alfie lee writing

                                 R & R

           HERE'S one way of saying
           the place was  OPEN when we  arrived
           they sat behind the glass LOOKING at
nothing in particular
           someONE  smiled and blushed LIKE a
girl
           the   place  had   no  smell  under  THE
PURPLE light

           here's ANOTHER
           they  DID  NOT  LOOK like they were
enjoying themselves
           under the make up pimples
           the ORANGE juice was cheap
           in the corner was a middle eastern
MAN with  a moustache and  A  GIGGLING
girl in his hand

           nightfall      always     takes    you     by
surprise
           in  the  dark  once  voices   walked   on
the road
           sometimes     there     were     bushfires
woodsmoke full of stars
           i  fell  asleep on a rock with  the  moon
in my eyes

           on  the bus out the villages  and towns
were stories
           there    was   always    space    on    the
sidewalks and corners
           we      talked    we    were    tired    and
homesick
           the    boyscout    looked    hard     then
decided to WAVE with his stick



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