Crowded, Detached And Touching
In crowded tenements
Where high raised people
Live on top of each other
Care and intrude on top of each other
Are kind and are crude on top of each other
Love and hate on top of each other
Ignore and relate on top of each other
They live, breathe and die crowded.
In detached housings
Where low raised people
Live apart from each other
Care and intrude apart from each other
Are kind and are crude apart from each other
Love and hate apart from each other
Ignore and relate apart from each other;
They live, breathe and die detached.
In touching semis
Where mid raised people
Live sometimes seeing each other
Care and intrude sometimes seeing each other
Are kind and are crude sometimes seeing each other
Love and hate sometimes seeing each other
Ignore and relate sometimes seeing each other;
They live, breathe and die semi touching.
Changing Sentences
Caught
by the jigsawed skies
Carved
by liquorice iron branches,
The
mist dusted hills
And
alabaster waters
Those
lateral artistic vistas.
You
liked how I noticed
Not
just bricks but mortar –
Like
the fragmentary slithers of settings
And
abstracted furniture forms
Created
by your presence.
You’d
comment on my changing sentences about;
Shared
that intrigue
About
sentences changing.
Yet
now I have full view
I
am still conscious of a surrounding space
By
you long since vacated.
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