Arrive on a breath of fresh air
to an ocean of colour and culture
The lights of crossing rites
flash white
haunt the grass
nerves and fear
the broken glass
i swallowed in my sleep.
The gravel which
interrupted my feet
Obscure and wild meat
swallow sweet,
the vegetables of fortune
drinks of large and caffeined fizz
chlorine clings
lights beckon
train rides long
and thoughts to reckon
a tower view
a history fresh
like an open wound
and sore flesh
Of green and silver city made
This paper currency which i paid
and painted nails are red beneath
of docks and dark, and glinted teeth.
The wander of a waning world
the company of boy and girl
the strangers dancing green
on blackened ground almost unseen
Chess pieces traded in the night
as lonely hearts they do take flight
and grieve quiet for a soonsome shape
but for now, these hearts awake.
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