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The world`s most beautiful city

Things

take

form

metaphors

and

music

scores

vignettes

inside

a

television

set

a

riff

on

a

broken

guitar

a

checked

table

cloth

windows

letting in

light

a

drunk

moth

a

strange

monologue

but

not

about

love

we

are thrown

together

into

a

beautiful

hesitation

of

words

your

...

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Paws

He

walks

on

four

paws

a

social

carnivore

these

creatures

form

true

friendships

rather

than

digital

acquaintances.

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Drift

Delicious

sky

moody

clouds

tell

your

troubles

to

the

moon

the

stars

are

sweet

fish.

 

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Dream Dogs

The time

inside

the

dream

is

not

time

itself

the harmonic

change

of

the seasons

autumn

is

a feeling

the romance of dogs

and the dream

of

bones

through

the

gaps

of

truth

dream songs

echo

the

sky flashes

the

yearning

music.

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Goldfinch

There is a Goldfinch

singing

on 

my 

aerial

on

roof

above

the

town

I am

truly

blessed

the

Victorians

used

to 

keep them 

in

cages.

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Clutter

Love and lust,

you will pay

for

all of

this

you don`t need all 

this

clutter,

What matters is the smile

you

naturally

have

everyday.

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A day full of dreaming

What you dream

is sometimes

the sky

Inside your

thoughts

you

dream

good

and

all

the demons

drive

fast

flashy

cars.

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The Lady in the supermarket

I was buying

some things

I needed

and was

2p short

of 

my groceries

but

the

lady

gave

me

2p

out

of

her own

purse

hurray

for

kindness.

 

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These towns

These towns 

have a beauty

When the rain

falls

and the

sun

lights

the

edges

These towns

where the 

locals

frown.

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The day the rain came back again.

The sky full of crying clouds,
a bird in the wet of a tree
a splash of air , speckled with
rain. Maybe I’ll get drunk
watch the rain through a window,

for half of the day only,

Dreaming time for daydreamers,
and refuge in the pub to sit, and watch
the drunks, as the mind gets
pickled, the surface lips of love
are glossy pavements and naked skin,


on the sheets of love. The wine

is a sparkle...

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