a thousand moments
maybe more
a frail old man
eyes fixed on the floor
he carries a mammoth book
he moves slowly
ever so slowly
(from a bus window)
at twilight
a blind man bumps into
a sign outside a newsagents
a hovering stick before him
he moves slowly
ever so slowly
someplace else
a lady using crutches
she struggles as she clutches
onto her everything
she moves so slowly
ever so slowly
///heart breaks, at seeing souls make
slow movements
but to move still
but the bravery
but the life
but the bravery and the life
but the life
on the other side
the boys and girls from chelsea
sip martini's outside bars
dressed in tuxes and gowns
on roadsides with fancy cars
the other side
a small private school boy
exclaims the lipstick pen is epic
unceasing laughter
it's epic, shit it's so epic
that lipstick pen
but also your boyhood
spirit (keep it safe forever kid)
the kimono
the strangers
the runners that run by
the river that flows
the lost foreigners that wander
drifting, sub alive
--- unable to identify
with the townscape
and the people that make
it so
so so so so
no tarrying, for some, just travelling
though
just looking to
the sky
and at the people
gosh the people
wondrous and unearthly
wondrous and unearthly
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