i5 a.m.


i’m a little tornado
riding the night bus
clothed in a bass hum
i pretend to sit statue
hold beat kick legs
chew gum finger drum
look out the dirty window
at the moving high street

gemma said this was our stop
and we stepped out
into a brilliant
amber radioactivity
caged shops broken glass glitter
the transient nature of litter
all needs careful navigation
but we’re still electric
in our space moves
talking all the way home
against the hum
dancing not walking
towards the first wink of the sun


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