
ON THE STREET OF DREAMS:
A skinny Blue man in a thin White hat stops,
Talks to the crying woman,
His eyes are Black glass,
He walks with a rhythm,
Like his ears are the only ones that can hear the music
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ON THE STREET OF DREAMS:
A skinny Blue man in a thin White hat stops,
Talks to the crying woman,
His eyes are Black glass,
He walks with a rhythm,
Like his ears are the only ones that can hear the music
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THER SUN COMES OUT:
A rubbish truck pulls up,
Expensive pushbikes are chained to street signs,
A serious woman stops,
Turns her face to the sun,
Looks at me,
Sends a message
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AS THE WORLD KEEPS WALKING:
Three smiling woman call their men,
The men have lost their way,
The woman across the street keeps sobbing,
Wiping her nose on her sleeve
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EVERYONE KEEPS WALKING:
The stickboy in bright Yellow trainers,
And Black glass eyes,
The tourists with their paper cups of precision coffee,
The woman in a tiny plastic jacket,
Linking arms with her man
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WAITING FOR YOU:
South of the river,
I a place I’ve never been,
Across the street,
Sat on cold paving,
A woman holds herself,
Sobbing
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THE HUSBAND OF THE CHISEL FACED WOMAN:
Forgot to shave,
An ex-raver,
Thinks he knows these streets like the back of his hand,
The boy he was still in his eyes
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THERE’S NO MORE ROOM:
But people keep pushing like there is,
A woman with a face like a chisel keeps wringing her hands,
A boy reads messages like a book of prayers,
Dressed in a comic book to keep himself warm
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WALKS WITH A SAXOPHONE:
Bald head,
Dressed in Black,
Says,
“Merry Christmas”
To no one
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IT SQUIRTS WATER IF YOU’RE WRONG:
Weaves through crowds with alarm on it’s face,
Wears a fur trimmed hood,
Doesn’t know where it’s going
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IT MAKES ME LAUGH:
How little you care,
Too busy on your mission
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