Tiger hiding daytime fears
Nightly buying dreams are here
Crowded station empty hands
Daughter stares at the man
Flashing lights she flies
Dragon bites tells me lies
Giant crying hear us jeer
Siren drowned by tears
Itchy skin yellow bruise
Shadow falls again I lose
People pass he sighs
No emotion in their eyes
Spider fighting over spear
Candle light and cooks gear
Fox lounges again on tomb
Mobile phone calls the tune
Giving spiel nobody buys
Life's a gas set on high
Cider drinkers in the park
Glowing eyes set apart
I'll see you yesterday
Where adult children play
Beg steal or borrow
Give me back my tomorrows
© Richard Makinson
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