Thursday, January 10, 2019

excuse me my crumbs are damp



DAMP



The streets are
The signs are
The pavement is

The crowds walk through it
The sky replenishes it
The buses wheel over it

The spaces green grand and grungy are
The mizzle makes it more
The kaleidoscopic greys across the sky and the sea
Reflect it
The houses outside and sometimes in are
The hanging baskets bloomin' well are
The towns of rich and poor are
The time telling us to drink more beer is
The chips showered in vinegar are


Damp
Damp in the walls

excuse me my crumbs are dusty


DUST

The streets are
The signs are
The pavement is

The people walk through it
The sky looks over it
The bicycle wheels over it

The space that needs to be filled
The emptiness of the streets
The dryness of the air
The size of the sky
The flatness of the buildings
The paintings on the walls
The communities that need building
The time that ticks slowly
The edges of a country filled with and surrounded by

Dust