Red camera.

Greying hats peeping through doors 

half drawn hand paint pictures of keys

Plants growing out of a smouldering wall

flickering girls made up to measure

leather and tarnished Chrome.

crystal red cameras obscured

the empty street covered 

in muddy snow fall 

fingers running across 

the smudged lens.

im still waiting to hear from 

Lucifer humming across 

from those arcade streets

I’m still waiting for that call 

and they say a star is seen 

when looking up from that street.

Carriage way Subterfuge 

wafting along rural

Duals country tannoy 

coffee shop clock off

the past that can’t be 

rolled on as those 

forget me not hills.

im still waiting to hear from 

lucifer humming across

from those arcade streets

i’m still waiting for that call

and they say a star is seen 

when looking up from that street.

still dialing the past from

That safety pin room without

a view.

I’m still waiting to hear from 

lucifer humming across

from those arcade streets

im still waiting for that call

and they say a star is seen 

when looking up from that street.

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