Seven Music Drone

Three men stand in a room
One enters
Ask questions
Hands in pockets
Starts polite
Becomes confrontational
Is interrupted by another man
Who tells a story
Who is interrupted by another man
Who tells a story
Who is interrupted by another man
Who tells a story
Who is interrupted by another man
Who tells a story
Laughs
Leaves

A man walks in
Stops everything
Tells everyone how he feels
Everybody listens

Everyone starts talking
One man lies down on the ground
One man sits down
Another man sits in a Green velvet chair
Stroking his face

The best comedy is tragedy

Apollo
All your gates are dirty
All your kittens wait hopefully
Outside the kitchen door
Hungry
Switch off
Turn off
Turn on your lights
Because I have many things on my mind

If you don’t find me please call again
Slam!
Slam!
Evil arm
Sharp hair and shades
Moisturised since the age of twenty three
Looks good for his age
Don’t cry the winds of change are coming!
Lying on their bellies
Tanning their backs
We don’t tweet like birds
Or bark like dogs

Waiting between words
Pages unturned
A doorway sheltering looks up at the sky
A threat of rain
A Black dog on a Purple leash
No need to book just call him
Lilly, Rosie and the King
Golden heart
Look new-look mission
Comes in walking down the road
Slouching
Hands in pockets
I believe!
I believe!
Here he comes!

I’m back
An empty page
Standing at the edge of the pavement
Checking pockets for change
Condiments cost
Unfamiliar faces
Stray smiles
Glances between calls
Stick man in Black
Striding up the middle of the road
No cars
Lucky seven
Broken thirteen
Ladder-man walking into the light of a new day
Already eight hours underway