Ian Anderson

A Morris Minor, a café noir —
Banana smoothie, snails in a jar.
Three dodgy sailors, a girl on skates —
A little too muscled from doing weights.
A family wedding, a sushi bar —
Sand in the Seychelles, karaoke star.
Lads on the razzle get lost in love.
Paddington station, rain clouds above.
The crumpled sheets of a long hot summer.
Stored images like an acorn, drop.
Squirreled away, but still remembered
by the man in the photo shop.
Rush hour on Praed Street: behind the glass —
a picture process, in one hour fast.
Intimate portraits of topless wives —
flashed indiscretions: snap-happy lives.