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Neon Light
The cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air.
Looks good in films
But in real life,
In this place it clings to you
Like a broken dream.
The neon beer light covers many sins
And many more failed lives.
In the corner sits a man,
Pondering if tonight
Will be his last.
Time for one more drink.
He won’t be the last to sit under this neon light.
...
Wednesday 12th June 2013 11:04 am
Neon Light
Playing with the idea of this place.Aplace which takes in lost souls..Is it a good place or bad place.
Time will tell.
The cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air.
Looks good in films
But in real life,
In this place it clings to you
Like a broken dream.
The neon beer light covers many sins
And many more failed lives.
In the corner sits a man,
P...
Friday 7th June 2013 11:25 am
Way Back Home
There’s always a way back home.
Maybe no one told you
But cement and brick last a long time,
Even when neglected.
You can disappear for a year or ten
Then come back again, to the street,
And watch history repeat
As memories breathe through old concrete.
And maybe it’ll seem strange to meet,
After all it was there I learnt life can be like
Spoilt conjoined...
Tuesday 29th January 2013 7:28 pm
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