The window waved

to a silence:

cloud-shaped

swallowing time

 

Wanderlust eats stars

Takes abandonment home for tea.

Remembers when The

Golden Girls had

their silver hue.

Knows what to do

when you don't

 

She can even magic eye,

and fingerknits belonging on the bus.

 

Bubble gum girl

happily sits still and thinks

cats-cradling her thoughts

and popping.

Extending lifes

slinky-links

 

Dusty reads

old care-worn books,

looks at interesting people

through disenchanted eyes.

Cries others tears,

counts years in buttons.

Seeks solace in

the days frayed edges

 

Derek one day spoke

of it all...

gushing a mixer tap of syllables.

Words were swallowed

by Sir's soundproof cloak

the Day Derek finally spoke

 

On Wednesdays Tom goes out

and keeps it all in

reflectes light

like no one else.

Melts lonelyness

in the palm of his hand.

Hugs friendship in to

isolated bones

 

Linda inhales her words

through a pink bendy straw.

Towards night time

and against the law-

there are always more

men,

affluent, complicit

more lonely searching souls

to accompany

To solicit

 

(cant find a direction or end to this..any ideas welcome) :o) thanks .