gentlemen with hats.Mature

lace & unpleasantries


act one: he is half asleep

a canary in a trance, his yellow raincoat

gathers drops of rain - pearls, he says, pearls

he is not ashamed. raincoats are useful, raincoats

have an air of poetry about them, and at the heart,

he insists, he is still a child.


guitars in grey air, smoke from wooden hollows


he is smiling, he cannot

stop, a smile edging on

abandoned strings and ghosts that

everyone sees. he wants to laugh, his mouth

is too small to contain the panic fluttering in

his chest like a million cockatoos, he wants

to laugh but he cannot laugh now, if he

laughs now he will cry and if

he cries now he will scream and nobody

walking down the sidewalk will see his yellow raincoat they

will only see a mad man.


the way others see us,

the way we want them to -

the shame and thrill of that.


instead, he continues along

a perfect picture

an overgrown selection of nerves

the colour of the sun.

The End

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