Thursday 14th August



In the heat of the night loners walk city streets,
boyfriends speed-talk to bleary girls, not pausing
to breath or let it slip they clocked us photographing
rotted graffiti dripping down the marble facades
of midnight shops. The fashion, like the music in
this city got stuck in the 70’s & it’s all the better
for it, a living museum for time travellers like us
to pick up where we left our kid heads. I’m mapping
streets, got to keep moving because it’s too noisy
in my head to remain still. Conversation about anything
creative physically hurts, so I move, looking fast &
snapping swift with this digital eye. Me & the feral
cats feed in the street tonight, hunt the dark between
lamp light with adolescent bug eyes.

Brainstorm‘ by Hawkwind is my latest obsession


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