LA #3:

Bring me sugar in the five different colours,
Coffee with attitude a spoon to stir things up,
A low sun casting long shadows and laughter,
It’s OK now spirit tower

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LA #2:

I’m walking through the streets taking pictures of myself,
So happy so fit everybody in the world is flexible and fabulous,
Genetic automation in the ghost castle

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FROM SAN DIEGO TO LA #1:

Tacos at Juanita’s on the edge of town the best the two of us,
Nice one Billy thanks for the garden this empty space,
It’s not empty it’s good and I’m hiding in plain sight,
And laughter

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SAN DIEGO #6:

Lights wink above us the sky is a painting Black and White,
Somebody clever made it look up do you see yourself?
No need to run we got everything we need,
I missed your messages sleeping

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SAN DIEGO #5:

Awoken by the sound of you roaring in the street,
Animal raging,
I go out onto the roof to see you,
But silence,
So I take picture of empty buildings

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SAN DIEGO #4:

You make that shape with your lips,
You know the one,
Melon muncher reading tiny words,
And boys with tattooed necks,
And men working for the weekend

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SAN DIEGO #3:

You swagger like you own the day,
In branded footwear and laminated entitlement,
Did you die your hair last night?
It looks crazy,
A fabulous nest

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SAN DIEGO #2:

We held our breath and flew,
We landed and queued,
And waited,
Breathing cocktails of combustable fumes,
And waited,
But still no car

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ESSEX TO SAN DIEGO #1:

At 5:00am you held me, saying, “I don’t want to go”,
And there were stars,
We breathed the cold air and it felt good,
These are the days

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NEW YORK:

‘Knuckle Coma’ it says,
Beautiful
As you walk towards me,
Down and distant,
Surrounded by frustration,
And art that no one can afford

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