SEMI DETACHED EVENING:

They’re queuing up at the tills,
Rocking gently with the music,
Cheese plant in the window,
Irony,
A camouflaged girl with a tiny pig,
And dancing fingers,
Messaging

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TROJAN:

Eggs,
Bacon,
Beans,
And Bubble,
Breakfast for under a fiver,
A month of salt in every mouthful

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TRAJECTORY THROUGH A SKY OF CLIFFORD STIJL:

I decide to imagine she’s happy,
The alternatives are too terrifying,
As she squeezes tiny words out of her tiny mouth,
A blind man runs down the street of Zebras towards her

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SHRINE ON PORTLAND STREET:

The stick woman wears a Black smile on her lips,
A painting,
Framing her perfect teeth,
Like a bruise

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A TEAR IN THE NIGHT SKY:

A small Blue quilted man wipes away winter,
A skinny woman wraps herself in the night sky,
Stars hang around her neck,
As she imitates a stick,
Refusing to moved her limbs as she walks

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DANCING:

The lady up the alley said,
“I strongly advise you against stroking stray animals & bats”,
I told her that wasn’t going to be a problem

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THREE WISE MEN:

She said,
I wasn’t to make me better,
But to stop me getting worse

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KEEPS THE FRESHNESS:

Today I went down an alley,
And met a lady,
Who stuck needles in me

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ROBERT MOTHERWELL:

A Blue man wears a bitter face,
Comes home with the bacon,
As a sleek truck passes,
Yellow,
Getting dirty

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DARK ENDS:

A Purple woman exits the alley where the cardboard thief lives,
Clutching a coffee,
Wrapped in cardboard,
For a kickstart thrill,
With a plastic lid,
A temporary tool on it’s way to landfill

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