Time flows down the street
Sighing. Newspapers eddy
Circling along the shopfront
And catching on the bolts
That hold the ply-boards in place.
An aerosol affidavit proclaims
Danny's love for Mandy
While litter bins regurgitate
Styrofoam and burger wrappers
From last nights passing revellers.
Diesel rainbows dance the gutters
Bringing colour to the day
Amidst the concrete and decay.
A dog waters the lamp post
Whilst wind-moans hang around the
Telephone lines and chain-link
Remembering other days.
Either side of the street
The buildings' shoulders
Droop in the afternoon,
Waiting
Waiting......
Sometimes I think I can actually hear time sighing! another great piece, I feel like I am there on the street, waiting....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent - I can imagine a 'Tom Waits' piano underneath this.