Chill Beneath The Skin Of A Hot Day
By A Canopy Of Clouds
Hearts Hide The Sun
With Old Thoughts
Used Words
That Water
The Dry Earth
These Parchments
With No Noticeable Inscriptions
Diaries
So Many Sitting In High Rises
‘Touching The Stars’
With Childish Wishes
Nothing Comes Of Nothing
So Many Celebrities Crowding Green
These Rooms Of Cheap Talk Stale Wine
Something Is Outdated
Here The Revolving Reversal
Recycled Lives
Nothing Comes Of Nothing
Mr Nobody Has Arrived At Last
On Some Celluloid Screen
In Bookshop Full Of Pulp
And Instant Fame
He Writes His Name
In Big Looping Letters
His Heart Clouds Out The Sun….
Soon It Will Be Forgotten
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