THE SIGNAL’S REALLY BAD HELLO:

We live in the kitchen,
It’s really small,
We’ve closed off the living room,
There’s a door to the stairs,
We don’t know where it goes,

You sort of get out the bath & appreciate it,
The actual carpet,
You like to walk on it,
If you can imagine the whole carpet,
It’s really twiggy to walk on,
It’s Supergrass,
Or Superman,
Or something like weeds

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A TIME OF LOVE:

Three pears & a walnut,
Four eggs,
Three rubber rings

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A TABLE:

A chair,
A bowl of bananas

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BENEATH HALF MOON:

A line of White light,
A curtain of Red light,
A punctuation of Yellow light,
A union of Pink & Turquoise,
A Blue light,
An arc of Red light,
Diagonals of Black light cutting circles of White light,

Luminous living behind glass,
Arriving divine for those in need

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THE WORLD IN COLOUR:

Cross leg,
Tapping shoe,
Arms raised in the air,
Hammer made of glass above the head,
Rides a train,
South for South’s sake,
Drawn from a sustainable source,
Tilting round corners,
Lights on the inside,
Moving fast,
Smelling strange,
Walks in a trance between velveteen of two colour,

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MISSION DITCH:

The setting sun,
In sparkle shoes,
Pulls tiny darkness on wheels

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BED FOR A NIGHT:

Slow walk,
Long walk,
From the back to the front,
Looking lost,
A name tag on a ribbon,
Tiny face photo,

A number,
A whistle,
A signal to leave,
Hair pulled back,
Swaggering,

The manic week loves you,
White armatures of metal squeal,
A licked spoon,
The sound of a tongue,
A dirty yard of lights,
Teasel & rose-hip,
Half-moon shuddering,
Look down

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FULLY LOADED:

The door swings free on it’s hinges,
Let’s a cool breeze in,
The hand that closes it deprives me of a thing I like,

Feet climb something tall to elevate a head above a roof,
In search of lost memories,
Corrugated metal,

Relief angle,
Paint runs down the legs of concrete leviathans,
Drips,

EPIC – concealed,
Painted crude,
Out of sight,
On the back wall of a house that doesn’t know it’s there,

Smells like a long day,
Glass,
And wood,
And an old dream like a cow,

A face in a hand,
A neck ringed in Gold,
A thumb playing games,
A glancing pair of eyes,
A small White paper dot half-way between the feet

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THE DOOR SWINGS ON IT’S HINGES:

A door closed gently,
A name sprayed crudely,
Sheep pressed lips into dry grass,
Dead wood,
Fire,
Cows,
Mouths pressed into sweet grass,
A big man hunts in tall grass for something lost,

We breath each other’s breath,
Cocooned in metal,
Youths gather down by the river,
The last of Summer’s colours,
Furtive glances ringed in Red & White,
And high metal fences,
Smelling like a new night out,

A small wooden house,
A wig of weeds,
A face pressed into cool Green grass,
An owner’s name I wasn’t meant to see,
Concealed on the back of a road sign,

A bird,
A bird,
A deep cut in the dirt filled with water,

A procession of Yellow crosses,
A hooded screen,
A closed cupboard that keeps opening,
A dangerous vision in the wrong hands,
Which are the right hands?
UNITED – written by hand,
In Black paint on a brick wall,

A small brick house,
Sightless,
A memory of war,
Signs with single numbers,
Bicycles with fat Green tyres,
Sleeping in grass along the sides of roads,
A twist of bright Red metal,
Like a pretzel lying in dirt,

Numbers on walls that mean something to someone,
But not me,
Two small Red lights like eyes,
No mouth,
A mouth conveying bitter hurt by phone,
A concrete bridge evokes a time when there was hope,
A leaning metal bench shuns sitters,
A signs that reads – ‘TALK TO US’

A door closed gently,
A name sprayed crudely,
Rivers of old tyres,
Flowers judged to be weeds,
Plastic chairs abandoned under plastic tables,
At the back of factory units,
Silent,
Empty,
In preparation for tomorrow’s action,

A man runs his fingers through his hair,
Beneath a concrete sky,
A neon sun,
A crack crudely patched in a brick wall,
An old fan to ease the heat,
Dead wood trees point to the sky,
A setting sun,
Sandbags piled by the side of the road,
Eyes too tired to open,

A fleeting memory of indiscretion,
A cluster of coloured balls waiting to be kicked,
A door that used to go somewhere,
Half-way up a wall,
A woman leaning,
A man fiddling,
Another reading,
Showing his knees to the sky,
Did you expect anything less?

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