Cruel Lips
Here-
Where...bitter tunes are formed around rough gateway..
Where...steep hill shop fronts bend with debt..
Where...gloved hands hide in plastic bag lined overcoat..
Where...scarred beauty is magnified by haunted woolen cover..
Where...cruel lips swear into hidden micro market stall..
is the place language comes to die.
Chewed Up
Here -
Where...plastic fairground jewellery lies chewed up..
Where...kerbstone wheels dawdle in tune with open door security camera..
Where...words spoken in jest between strangers are echoed as threat to local trade..
Where...shuttered motor industry is impatient and bolted into the fabric of labour..
Where...failure becomes habit..
is the place language comes to die.
Walled in Wasteland
Here -
Where...booted thunder clatters into ticketed smoky backroom..
Where...padlocks protect broken fields from broken people..
Where...blank looks remain stubborn with old age..
Where...each step is guided by local paper..
Where...angry shadows are nailed on to walled in wasteland..
is the place language comes to die.
Broken Light
Here -
Where...tacky metal emblems cling to half shredded walls of commerce..
Where...fractured gang lines decide night time movement..
Where...waistcoat watches lie trapped in muddied brickwork..
Where...shallow drunk opinion dominates afternoon decision making..
Where...beauty is hooded..
is the place language comes to die.
Secret Keys
Here -
Where...angry muted back street conversation is hidden..
Where...illegal music gags unlicensed holder of secret keys..
Where...push chair convention is ignored..
Where...teenage defence is tightly held to deaf ear..
Where...skin is scissored..
is the place language comes to die.
