From Cross Town - Part One Restless Night
To begin before it's too late:
It is a cold, dark night
on a stark suburban street,
lamplit and neon bleak.
Tarmac roads lurch unsteadily
past grimacing, litter tossed,
flitty shadowed alleys.
The steel shuttered, dumb-blind
shops with peeling postered
graffiti strewn walls
scowl crossly at tight lipped
houses bumped begrudgingly
one against another.
Slammed shut front doors
stare sullenly at equally
sullen neighbours.
The whole town tosses and turns
in a testy, tortured sleep.
The people of this cross and
grumpy town are sleeping now.
Fretful babies are sleeping,
their fraught mother's
and frantic fathers are sleeping;
the tradesmen, the pensioners,
the teachers and shop people,
the postmen and publicans,
prim matrons and their tetchy husbands
are all tossing in uneasy sleep.
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