A Portable Paradise Quotes

“in the car park a young father whispers
weed smoke about how his life feels,
like that burnt-out car that never moves,
the one with the shattered windows
leaving diamond tears in the asphalt.”
― Roger Robinson, A Portable Paradise

“How is it I'm begging you for housing,
when you burnt my building down?
You all ain't even playing fake-nice, like those
other murderers. You are all cut-eye and snarls,
all straight jargon, and nothing but the jargon.”
― Roger Robinson, A Portable Paradise

“You fooled us. Render your work, not your lives.
This seems like the newest answer to an old question.
Cheap muscle and blood to build you an Empire-
that we can't stay in. Gran's gone missing from
Saturday morning. Brixton Market? No one is frowning at
the quality of the yams, or asking how the snapper's
eye so cloudy. There'll be no Saturday soup tonight.”
― Roger Robinson, A Portable Paradise