SWEET THING:

Do you want to walk with me?
I’m not asking for a dance

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I LOVE YOUR HAIR IN THE MORNING:

Two olive trees standing on terracotta graph paper,
A broken bottle,
A boot scraper,
The words you swore at me

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HOME:

Untainted by the cynicism of age,
You can do it

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JAPANESE DOOR:

The boy comes out from behind the man,
The light that shines,
The splintered earth,
The switch is flicked
Between the cracks,
The camera clicks

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BASEBALL:

Here comes Black Dog through the crowd,
Patient and understanding,
Weaving amongst legs,
Connoisseur of denim and iconic footwear

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LIFE BELT:

The skinny ones talk to the muscular ones,
Fresh from the gym,
Stopping to stroke the dogs of the women in body warmers,
Who widen their eyes,
And scrape back their hair,
During conversation to reveal their necks

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BITTER WINTER:

You open the door,
You step outside,
The cold air makes you shiver,
Feel alive

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GNOME:

The haircuts change,
Who could have imagined?
Male grooming,
Votes for women,
And how much has really changed,
Since these bricks were turned into buildings?
Silent,
Dirty,
Bricks

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EVERYTHING:

Lycra mothers push babies on wheels,
XL men on bicycles with all the gear,
Beards come and go,
Trousers get thin and wide,
Seasonally

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PARK AND RIDE:

Passion is a van covered in words,
Written by fingers in dirt,
Moving slow between buildings,
Buildings that have witnessed things no one remembers

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