MR. GARDENER:

She cracks a joke
about the music playing in this cafe where I’m sitting,
Waiting for the morning fog to clear,
Between my ears,

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ORDINARY BOYS:

The extraordinary woman from the office next door walks in,
Wearing a brand new skintight outfit again,
Where do her clothes come from?
Where do the old ones go?

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THE KNEELING:

The clouds above town are intermittently Pink,
Dirty,
And thin,
Exposing a deep Blue sky,
Offering something positive if I want it

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STEP OFF:

Builders are moving in next door
to the place I come to get my head together,
They’re covered in brick dust and White paint,
Like giant talcum powdered babies

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THREE WITCHES:

A sign in a shop window says,
’Slime for sale here’

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MIRROR:

The men who clear out houses
are emptying another van load of people’s lives,
Cherished family histories for sale at bargain prices,
It’s a win-win for everyone

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TO THE STARS:

Two plastic reindeer face each other down on a windowsill,
The nail bar and spray-tan shop has yet to open

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THOROUGHBRED:

Autumn leaves roll around on a patch of grass,
Like drunks left over from a bad Sunday night

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FOOTBALL:

Council lorries are collecting everything left out from the weekend,
Did I tell you it was Monday?

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HEAVY METAL BAND:

A man I recognise walks his dog up the street,
I see him every day,
But don’t know his name,
We always avoid eye contact

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