HIDING IN THE TREES:

Mountains,
Sunlit heads erect

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GOOD ORDERLY DIRECTION:

Clouds cast shadows on the sea behind us,
No stars allowed

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FEATHER PILLOW:

Wear a Pink hat,
Leave the car behind,
And walk

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BEDHEAD:

Keep your mouth shut,
Don’t let the words in your head come out

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SCRATCHES LOVE:

Killing time in camouflage and stripes,
Clearing tables with a pearl in the ear

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HEART IN A BOX:

The room is a drawing,
With stick people moving around in it,
Telling each other how they sleep,
Talking about nothing and everything,
Showing each other pictures on their tiny devices

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AFTER THE FLOOD:

The taxi driver turned the radio up when the news came on,
There were five items on the news,
Three killings,
A closure of a factory with the loss of a lot’ve jobs,
And sport,
Then a sixth item,
Slightly humorous,
But sneering at another countries political leader,
The place we just flew from seemed much happier,
That’s the luxury of being a tourist

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DIRTY CITY:

Tiredness speaks with a certain urgency,
We landed in the rain,
It felt great,
But so many people complained,
I felt like the only one happy

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EATING THE TREES:

We flew somewhere great,
At first,
From the air,
I thought it was too far from anywhere,
When we landed it looked different,
Perfect even

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THIS GROOVE:

The driver arrived complaining,
Like drivers often do,
About how hard it was to find,
And the lack of a sign,
How his sat-nav went down,
And the phones don’t work out here,
And blah, blah, blah,
I switched off at the lack of a sign,

He told me he had a lot’ve land,
A garage for nine cars that he bought from a bloke off the tele,
An orchard,
I asked him what fruit it bore,
“Apples, Pears, Peaches, Plums”
He told me he was down-sizing,
And about the high power careers of his children,
I switched off at Plums,
And was climbing my granddad’s apple trees
by the time we reached the M25

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