the heart busting adrenalin
under spot-lighting
the strip
teasing
the neon corridor
tunnelvision
night shivering pebbledash
wood glass stone
yr bones washed over
watched over
frame by framed
the mirrored
eyeball
bleed/s
con tricks ov lines closing in
tracking yu
on the blink oh baby
the neon city is tracking yu-uu
on the blink again
a slit ov piss
the yellow
cuppa tea
spray no flash please yr no ma
no photography
cuppa tea
no fucking way
engerland
eye spy yr cuppa tea yr no ma cuppa tea england
yr 2 spoons ov sugar when mines a twist ov lemon
& yr yorkshire tea dont grow on the slopes ov yorkshire
& yr brands picked out in the ID parade
spinning discs ov metal satelliting this world eyeing up
yr stirring up another cuppa
eye spy yr theatre ov the ordinary?
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itching angels
1 way programmed
their peek-a-boo
urban myth ov
wings stolen
glass snatched
& maybe yes maybe
reduced in number
but this little pigged out in meatspace
& this little spied on yr home
& this & this & this
yr eye in the sky all glazed apple
camera stuffed in gobs gods drinking
still yr air yr light
footsteps cracking cracked crazed
glazed river the mirror whistling
i wanna be i wanna be
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