Tuesday, 1 May 2012

West Yorkshire nocturne #3

All the air here 
so blue you'd 
think Chicago had
left this colour like
noise graffiti 
before flying
back home
sweet home. 
If I sleep later - 
once the train 
reaches Brighouse
and I bound 
coffee-wasted up 
station-side steps - 
I will dream about
how that music 
changed who
I am and
the morning tomorrow
in the forms of
my sunburst

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