can’t stay, places to be, people to see, and mind the gap clear the doors on my way, no time to stop, no time to chat, follow the crows, over the bridge, under the hill, past the trees, slowing, steely, silent, shovels, unshaven Watching Waiting, green light back on track, through the town, no one to see, towards the city, never sleeps never breathes full of the faces tip of the tongue tight in a tux gossiping girls hang on the arm wobbly heels half a skirt, less to lose…. …… centre stage….. from a sleep, deep to life at night, passed by worth a try slip of a dress, dreams dance alone, shapes sensualise, fresh, follow the scent, country lass, out on the tiles, miles endless queues, queens dressed to kill, kings still, without a heart found a prince lacking charm, losing faith, lost shoes kicking off, too tight to walk takes the floor, above shining lights, ground spinning round, stage fright, slip away found, another world, another place full of the wolves Watching Waiting Slowly, green light , midnight, got to go….
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Paul Horne 