Anatomy of CloudsWhat is the truth behind cheese after midnight?The air is too thick and it won't let me in,I told you so, it became sore, Years it clung onto my teeth.Don't... don't wear hips with that darling,You should roll a glass on that rash.No! Let go of my hair, you don't knowWhich snail will come Knocking next.I can only take her as far as the hospital car park...What if between us we can't make it home?Chased by additives and candy corn,Apparently the direction of our writing says something about us.Just when you think you see the white rabbit,You lose it again.This is what separates us from those who haven'tQuite realised what kin
The Last of SummerFresh, black, glutinous in the heat,Newly laid tarmac hangs in the airOutside the hermetically sealed windows.I slip out of my equally sealed safety bootsInto flip-flops to leave,And wadeOut into the treacle-thick humidityJust as the firstLanguid drops of rainFall...Sizzling on the still-smouldering asphalt.They hit my feet and lift me up.I turn my music off.Joggers speed up to find shelter.A man smelling of ointment Cycles slowly and with determinationTowards the hospital.Walking towards the station withSlippery clay-grey feet.Women bicker outside the takeaway,Scowling at the weather,But I smile.Ju
Summer Commutes 20111. The trees by the sidings areOverflowing with plump sparrows.I watch them as the delay holds us tight.Signal failure.Hawthorns full of minute brown birds. Sun shining on theLuvvie next to me talking unfeasibly Loudly to her daughter about the Play, the actors, they will sign her script at the end When they go to the restaurant and...She must work hard to conformTo such a slapstick thespian stereotype.Sparrows swarm in the thick air. Still servicing hawthorn reproduction.Talk of her productionMerges with the engines hum.And I am content.2. New type of trainFloor is carpeted.That's going to be ripe on
Weather PatternsIf you sing to me darling thatThere are no clouds in your sky,Then I will tell you your sky is beautiful;But quite boring, no?And clear skies are fleeting...Let me take you somewhere with More interesting weather.The frequent storms swirl the clouds likeFull-fat milk in coffee,Making myriad shapes above our heads.There's a beauty in knowing thatThere will always be thunder along some time soon.Yes we will get rained on Occasionally, butWe will always have something interesting to Talk about.
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