Priorities Ahead

me and myself drinking wine in the afternoon

watching the clouds turn slowly pinker

and taking a walk through the moviestar streets;

changed priorities ahead, a sign proclaims.

the moon caresses the bus stop, illuminating

the smashed-bottle disco pavement,

puddles reflecting the india ink sky,

my own pale face distorted and dirty

swirling like a personalised Starry Night.

I see a smoker, a shopkeep, an abandoned sandwich,

the pavement, the postbox, the huddled pigeons,

a glance, and a chance, and a missed opportunity;

staring at my feet and the glass and the

chewing-gum constellations that pass me by.

take me somewhere feet. changed priorities ahead.

Take me somewhere feet. Old priorities behind.

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