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A Melancholy Walk Down The District

Where do I go to find myself in this downtown dream?

Skyscrapers high-rise, everything is more than it seems

A mile in a million, caught in viscid lacklustre emotions

Upon seeing impressionable lights under glacial decisions

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Horizon pale grey, though the night grows dark and deeper

Tuscan stars and effervescent skylines that glimmer and glower

Timeless destinations, that appeal for gloomy eyes to forget

But the macabre thoughts disturb again like a brimstone parapet

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Where do I go to lose myself in this downtown desecration?

Skyscrapers down-low, shallow lipstick and coat-check desperation

A mile in a minute, caught in viscous webs of endless nowhere

That no fading light can ever permeate, only vague deliria is left spare.

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Silent Films

For all I know, the best is over
And the worst is yet to come
Is it enough? To keep on hoping
When the rest have given up?
And they go…

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Set the tone to soft sepia and watch me come to life

Like my favourite vintage movies, but silence is optional

I hate to mouth the words but I know that I’m right

And it’s better than to face the music composed in your journal

What you see is what you get, but it’s more than it seems

Amid skylines and downtown fiction, stories of nameless streetcars

I’m waiting under an umbrella, seeing neon signs in rainy grey

Until your clicking red heels arrive to light the pavement up

For the film is never complete without a dazzling star.

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I hate to say I told you so
But they love to say they told me
(Throw me into the fire
Throw me in, pull me out again…)

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Downtown Dreams

Is it less picturesque than planned?
Here in the car with empty hands, no one’s holding
When I glance at you with a glimpse of blue
Should we go downtown?

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Ravines of green, shorelines of lavender

Hotels of a carpark and chlorine waters

Photos of cherry blossom, us overhead

Tongue tied in hot balloons, hush friend

Downtown abbeys, roads of esoteric tar

Let us sleep tonight and count the stars

And the monsters hurtling from the sky

That will detonate with an escaped sigh

A plastic town with papercrafted people

Melting buildings on the sidewalk pools

Shreds of dreams torn off from the skin

Left under the sewers, no one will listen

Don’t chase the city, don’t you melt away

Don’t shatter clavicles to run from today

That concrete love will only be your wall

It will not be there to catch you if you fall.

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Are we chasing cars in our sleep?
Clinging to a plastic fantasy…

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