VICTORIA AVENUE

  how 
  my 
meat tower balances itself 
on 
hearsay 
pale legs 
knees of fire

  how 
  my 
water brain builds reality 
from
wallpaper
denim 
blockpaving 

  how 
  the 
abyss stays beneath
the 
citalopram 
bath tub 
dirt line

these are things i ponder - ego distraction 
                            amateur analysis
in 
an 
escaping dusk
as
i
haunt familiar avenues
with
ear phones in and pod on shuffle
and
no expression at all - foot then other foot 
                       is all enough for me

noticing 
railway terraces 
  of old brick
closed churches 
  of graffiti boards
thin alleys 
  winding up hill
dead banks 
  shut eyes
new builds 
  vain glass
and
plastic fencing
  putting wood
  out of a job

  that
  i 
hardly really ever 
noticed 
before

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