Luton

Cherry

By samhennig

Thu, 07 Jan 2016
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Luton. A wasteland of abandoned trolleys and scrawny white men with baseball caps and large scary dogs. 

Luton. Where the eternal sound is the engines of cars and aeroplanes and the squelch of rain sodden Tarmac under foot. 

Luton. Where brown houses sit beneath brown bridges and vast brown offices scar the skyline.  

Luton. Where dreams do not die for they could never have existed here in the first place. 

Luton. 

Luton.

Fucking Luton.

I hate you and your shitting airport parkway. 

 
 

Certificate 15
Poem
Humour
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

After such a wonderful description of dismal dullness, the ending really made me laugh. 

Bee

Submitted by samhennig on

Thanks Bee! Glad it made you chuckle

Sam Hennig

Submitted by airyfairy on

Poor old Luton.  I haven't been there for forty-five years but my memories are similar.

Loved this piece. 

Submitted by samhennig on

Poor old Luton indeed. I have to go there for work and I just can't help feeling this way.

Thanks for the feedback :)

Sam Hennig

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Lived in Luton in the seventies...I guess like all places there's good and there's bad.  And as for those dreams I dreamt whilst living there, two of them came true; I learned to drive on its streets, and as for the second one, I drove right down those streets - straight through Luton and out the other side, and ended up in rural Bedfordshire, leaving Luton far behind.  If not in miles, certainly in my mindsmiley  Loved your poem, by the way.

Tina

 

Submitted by samhennig on

Thank you for your comment and I am glad you managed to get away to Bedfordshire! 

 

Sam Hennig

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Luton airport - armpit of the southeast

 

Submitted by samhennig on

Without doubt Insert!

Sam Hennig

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Unfortunately after by-passing this shithole it leads you in another one at junction 15.

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Some of my most hideous hours have spent at Luton airport.  Your words speak to me.