Silent streets flicker words of wisdom to a beaten heart.
The cars won’t start, splutter and artfully remain broken in the road.
Machinery fit to lose your life and break your stuttering,
Stammering words of love and emotion,
Strewn like sculptures of a forgotten artist.
Devotion eludes in favour of sweat and sweet love.
In the silent streets they click,
Sitting, silently, in the hope for something more.
“Draw your blinds and speak to me, dream at me,
Breathe with me as one
And be content”
The greener grass is always deceptive
‘It in’t enough’
The silent street outside flickers in the darkness
The door opens and the ticking stops
The light flickers above
It flickers and fails