Twitter Fragments II

Twitter Fragments II

Or
how I feel on certain days....

i
The city moves, a slow grumbling yawn
shoppers drifting in lazy knots
high heels and blowdried hair
rituals of consumer glee

ii
Dublin awash with
post Arthurian hangovers;
spotted - more than one walking wounded
with Guinness pallor.
People with very shaky hands.

iii
Autumn encroaches on the last days of Summer
Fat old woman, ripe in gaudy colour
pushing aside the frail and ailing belle

iv
September sun
the cool balm of Indian summer
across the city like a gentle hand
a gift before ripe Autumn falls

v
Dublin is grey today windswept & autumnal
back to school blues & sad little doldrums
the first fallen leaves lie forlorn on the pavement

vi
Early Sat evening in Dublin;
the everday life of the city
abandoned for the tinsel glamour of its night life.
Mad, wild, woolly...

vii
hard seat, numbing both body and mind
I find myself dreaming of another future
reaching out for things no longer real

viii
Light steals darkness from my room
gentle thief, fracturing dreams
emptying memories to lay bare jewels of time

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