Down, run down, town
Iron balconies
grey painted doors.
Black, black peeling
stripped from the halls.
Barrels stacked high
almost symmetrical.
Chirp, cheep, chirp
visit the grey wagtail
tails in sync with the rock band.
"One Direction" arrived
well the lookalikes of distraction.
Strum, beat, drum, synth
walking on a plinth.
Church bells ring out
she sings.
Clap, roar
down, run down, town.
Drain pipes powder blue
her name Sue.
From who, which, where, what,
sentenced at the courts
not a whore.
Skinny jeans
white tops
suede ankle boots
the milleniums
they aren't on 'Top of the Pops'.
Overgrown
shrubs tumbling down
crevices dancing across the floor.
Tower
witches hats on the skyline
remembering one day at a time.
They left
one pipped up
"I'm having a nice beer here "
Macchiatos plays "Fight"
her past fades
she is set for the next flight.
Photo, necklace made by self.