out
the
front
window
suburbia burps
on schedule
and
past the marks
the cat makes
with his interested nose
the
regular joes
and
ordinary janes
start their engines
and
dive
into
that cement river
to everywhere
~
and up there
the winter sun
is a heart in free fall
doing half a job
dizzy with worry
autumn betrayal
and arctic gasps
~
the winter sun
it
only
just
j u s t
touches
the bungalow ridge tiles
over the road
at
noon
in a golden smear
like night out
next morning
lipstick
and if i think i hear it sigh
its probably the water pipes
~
time slides
it just does
i go to piss
and
its
dark when i come out
like i blink you know ?
and then its black dark
time slides
it just does
~
and theyre all driving back from work now
1000 things done and behind
mooring the hatchbacks
on their concrete berths
and
i
pull
the
curtains
on
the
day
twist the blinds flat
and
put the lamp lights on
cos time slides
it just does
downwards
and then up
into itself again
uncontrollable
and smug about it
from omegavintagewatches.co.uk
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