BIN & PLANTER TALKING:

The palm trees say nothing,
Their silence is deafening,
Flags of nations flutter,
Six poles,
Five of them have Golden balls,
One has a bird

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TWO TOWERS TALKING:

Sitting in the sun,
Listening to Sun Kil Moon,
All the cars are clean,
Jam round-abouts with relentless newness

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BALLAST:

Birdsong boy rides a bicycle with slicked Black hair,
Black as the bird that settles on the road,
As boiler-suited bikers round islands of tiny palm trees,
It’s a building site,
Illuminated cranes fill the horizon at night,
An aroma in the lobby,
I can’t make my mind up if it’s bad!,
Infinity elevators that makes me feel drunk,
Followed by suited smilers with tiny brass name tags,
Each of them ask,
“Do you need help?”

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DELIVERED DOOR TO DOOR:

It’s a lazy-jazz invaded morning,
Breathing smoke,
From the mouth of the woman with the back-combed hair,
Fear emanates from a flat screen tv on the wall,
Obsessions with bad things in lurid colours,
Calling it News like it’s the truth

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FIRST ELEVEN:

A broken porcelain heart,
A tilted chair,
A cigarette smoked on the breakfast mezzanine,
Bare earth on the fourteenth floor,
Two holes in the sky,
As smiles remove the dirty dishes

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FIFTEEN MINUTES OF FAME:

Dye me blonde,
But none of that funny stuff!
Burning bridge,
Day-glow stranger,
Constant voice-over,
Clean shoes,
Too clean,
Mutton dressed as lamb,
Concealed package in a baby carriage,
Everyone looking for the sun

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WE’LL LEAVE A LIGHT ON FOR YOU:

Or it may have been a life long dream,
Either way,
The dog made of sand is dressed appropriately,
And ready to leave,
To get away,
From the indifference,
Of the woman with the Blackest hair in the world,
He looks up at the sky,
To the hole the pointing finger made,
And snow begins to fall through it

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WALKING ALONG THE EDGE OF WINTER:

I met a dog made of sand,
Who was a doorman in a previous life,
With old man’s eyebrows,
A gentle soul in a Red tie,
Greeting everyone who walks into the room with a smile,
The room fills with conversation,
And as a finger points to the sky,
He puts his head in the lap of a woman,
With the Blackest hair in the world,
Who rests her face on her knuckles,
And looks around,

The dog of sand,
Noticing her indifference,
Transforms into a winter jacket,
To go skiing from another previous life,

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ARIEL:

Here comes baby,
Covered in stars,
Mom & Dad on wheels,
Messages come in from carnage in the night,
Laughter turned to tears,
Alone & running away,
Keep moving

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THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS:

A young father walks his baby,
In legendary footwear,
Not cheap,
He keeps walking right up to me,
To keep baby asleep,
And though I have empathy,
(Being a dad & everything)
I’m growing increasingly irritated,
By his encroachment on my space

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