by John
(London, England)
Shopworn
and
spoiled
second-hand
and
soiled
it's all we can
afford.
We're no more the master
we've
become slower not faster
the irregularities of an age.
A Dallas theatre is always that near to you
and
a rifle shot cracks open the air.
And I'm always amazed when
I gaze at the stars
but
they take no notice of me.
Cheap's the new
leap of faith
and the mantra
to help you keep face.
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