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Stuart Munro

Wandering around in Silky Pyjamas

Wandering around in Silky Pyjamas
Playing a trombone
The dusty old red curtains hang
From the chipped framed window
A material like face gurning
The glittering glass heats
Sun rays grip the shadow walls
 
Two people arguing about a doormat
Through thin flat walls
Reminds me I’m still alive
My mind is wearing
Black macabre humour
Through the globe of window
I look upon the drags and scrapes
 
Down below historic imbedded pavements
The echoes of ghostly feet
Imagination rides my scrutiny mind
A passing wheel user gloats
She powers her arms destinations
To the zebra crossing upon a car stalls
And starts with suprised bumps

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