concrete, glass and steel
put up lights, tie off with bow still steel, glass, concrete
n.b. People raising glasses to Christmas on 2nd December, leaving just eleven months of the year festive free. I don’t see or hear this much propaganda about any other belief system, other than Free Market ideology, obviously.
Friday evening rush
eyes seek out welcome embrace nothing else matters
don't know about you
I have some work tomorrow moon slides into bed
stand up, cut the knot
nothing is worth so much hurt walk on, start again
n.b. Life’s too short to wait for everyone to move on.
callers would call by
she wanted no ties a younger man would love her then think she was his you can call by, she'd say whenever you want but I only have callers no one owns me then she met him with his travelling guitar his once fair long hair had long since gone grey the twinkle he carried in his guitar case attracted young women no strings attached the two of them met she said something clicked she, a bar woman he, guitar man callers went packing young women sent back these two had four years before slowly he died four years of true loving was what they had the love of her life she was grateful for that
n.b. Everyone has a story. I heard this one recently. Deeply moved by it, I was.
She knows what she wants
She's learning how to get it It's not his job to tell her Not his job to show her If he does, what will he learn? What will he lose?
heart of ice
winter cannot be colder rain made of metal
swimming in rivers
heart shakes, shock of cold water alive, alive, oh!
n.b. For The Broads of the Broads, wild swimmers.
in such a rush to undress I found a button
man angry after
the great humilation no one must mock him
n.b. It was his, then he lost it, so he smashes it. No one can enjoy Kherson, if he cannot. Man, or toddler?
Moscow, you are proud to be led by such a creature?