Hot Contact

A hot, earthy echo scrawls
across the seashore
wheels across the chaos

We chance contact
act, retract
chase reason
cannot see treachery

We always consent to stay near
then choose the alleyways
a chance to score on street corners
screw loosely
orchestrate the senses
let neon shatter heartache

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The psychic said
everyone else races past
but you stroll
look at flowers
talk to animals

I said
I knew you were going to say that

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At the fulcrum of the scales
is a small cabin Visitors' Centre
where you can get a cup of bad machine tea
look at the displays
pictures of the construction of the scales
and have a chat with the bored Tourist Officer
who puts on a brave face

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