Seagull chases pigeon




I stare at the rails
Out the back of the train
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W                i                d                e                r
S        h      i    n  y
Dark

Dirty grey mops
Smother the trees

I'm walking, and I look up
The leaves move across
The leaves move against
The leaves move across

I look over
                                                                        The waterfall
          Rocks
                                                                                        Go round
                              Carving out my insides

Water leaves the beach
The bed has made lines in your back

The bed has made lines in your back
Like when water leaves the beach

Brass rubbed to the pavement
A rain soaked parking ticket

A rain soaked parking ticket
Brass rubbed to the pavement

The tide is out
And an army of white horses
Pay homage to Michael Jackson

The tide is out
And an army of white horses
Moonwalk

Please sleep
Come
Wash over me
Dissolve me
Shut eyes
Deep breaths
But the words go round and round in my head and won't shut up, bumping into each other and making dreams, half awake dreams even though I want to be asleep, properly asleep, so I'll wake refreshed and not have all this bouncing round and round in my head
Until tomorrow
Which is already here

I pick
The flecks
Of dust
From
Your face
You
Have been
Asleep

Asphalt
Dashed lines
Streaming
Home

We need for this rain to dissipate, he said.

The blood hardens on my skin
Prickles come up all around
The scab turns black
And falls away
Leaving pink skin

Lampposts cross each other
Praise the Lord

I miaow at the cat in passing

There are worlds where we are together
There are worlds where we are apart

Greasy bus
Hooded kids
A dirty rainy day