yesterdayHave a good day
hels
dusky
shut tightShut tight your thougts are A precious metal in a safe deposit box A briefcase handcuffed to your wrist A peal in an oystershut tight
Oh to be the bubbling water which coaxes you to open The corkscrew to remove your cork The glass to hold the ruby red liquid of your emotions.
Tell me your password Write down your pin What is it that I'm asking?
For you to let me in.
GirlThere are lots of Americans gathering on the concorse.Girl
Flocking like hens to freshly sprinkled corn.
A sense of their expectation fills the air as they shuffle and cluck in their enclosure.
Their brash accents seem to drown out the announcer.
I wonder if he thinks about what he is saying as he repeats his message for what seems like the 100th time.
To me he's nothing but a disembodied voice.
Yet he holds our destinations in his hands.
Suitcased tourists flit about, swooping on unsuspecting shop assistants
&
Handle your rejectionShe stares at a wall filled with memories.Handle your rejection
The past six months spread across the layers of brick, cement and paint.
It's missing in some places.
Odd, cloud shaped fingerprints of old bluetack replace it.
So many smiles.
Her face aches at the thought of the S - T - R - A - I - N on their cheek muscles.
But she can't help smiling too.
A slash of red scars her face.
She cringes, remembering a time she'd rather forget.
Memories she's tried to submerge in a whirl of activity.
Friends and fami
xxx
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Iris.James x
Love you xxx
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-= Leon Jackson =-
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