Softly spoken words of love
Misconstrued predictive text
Hurried lines without spellchecks
Status updates flying out
Chinese whispers casting doubt
Loose Lips sink shots
Speech bubbles in knots
Said too much, drunk too many
Sentiment is ten a penny
Swear down told me so
Happiness turns to woe
Lips are sealed, done talking
Secrets out, dead man walking.
I walk amongst the great unseen, whose beds are made, their houses clean
Buttoned up, can’t stop, list in pocket, daily shop
We clip our coupons, miss the queues, heads down, sensible shoes.
Listen, you may hear our curses, Lord have mercy, give me strength,
Jangling nerves, bells on purses.
What you see is what we’ve got, content to plod on with our lot.
You look straight through us, beige and grey, colours like the dawn of day
In sunlight ghosts don’t cause a fright, scream or rattle deaths request
No, you’re the ones come out at Night
I see you from the other side as I scroll down your wall of pride
Smiles false, heads tilted, who you’ve kissed, who you’ve jilted
A never ending eulogie, let’s talk about Me
The table laid, fingers spread no ouija letters gels instead
No glass needed, talk is Cheap;
So I said an’ he goes, door slammed, bottle smashed, threw me out.
Poltergeists of our High Street
I see right through you graveyard shift, everything is on display
You’ve nothing left it’s in your face and everybody else’s place
Our skeletons are locked away, no secrets see the light of day.
You hear voices in your head, I see you talk while no ones there
And yet you move through places, faces never seeing, we leave no traces.
Non believer, self deceiver.
Shallow end of box set griever.
There’s no sin that can’t be mended, cross over, join the queue
Are you scared you’ll be unfriended?
RIP your wicked ways embrace peace, tranquility, your halcyon days
Forget things that go bump in the night, drop that shroud,
Walk into the light
Tongue tied and lost for words before the door has opened
When not a word’s been spoken, I search vocabulary and hope
My first impression won’t be wasted
Small talk often made in haste is never meaningful
Just chit chat and pleasantries
Weather talk and commentaries
You’allright? Looks like rain. Got time for tea?
Long time no see.
Running through conversations with no one but myself to make them
Wondering what you’ll say when you catch sight of me today
Will dialogue exceed parameters set by 140 characters
Or will short and sweet be the extent of this impromtu meet and greet
I evesdrop as I stand in wait
Privvy to the trivia of passers by
Inconsequential observations made by social butterfly’s
Those more inept at repartee, feign ignorance and walk away
Anticipation wipes my head of whats to come and still unsaid
It leaves the only word I know
Will lead the way to more
It wakes much earlier than the shops their shutters like heavy eyelids
Rise only when the clock strikes nine their muted staff all work on time
The mass produced, top end, on trend uniform for fashion sheep
They don’t go where talk is cheap
For fabrics, haberdashery, hardware, software, toys and pet stuff, clothes and makeup
See it all from phones to carpet down the market
Hear the traders bark through rows of multicoloured tarp.
Distorted offers, lost in brummie like a train station tannoy
In between, the Nannas bustling trolley conga, make the day much longer
If you don’t shout up, move through, who’s next, long wait, for God’s sake!
Louder still the traders call, animated voice crescendo,
Wholesale masters of innuendo, “Firm pair, nice plums”,
How to turn a mere exotic fruit into some faux erotica
Down the line, mind the pallets, watch your wallets,
Get your moneys worth, salt of the earth
Grab yourself a knock off scent, you’ll hardly tell the difference
Apart from the name and the smell, it’s Calvin Klein for £2.99?
Fabric sellers by the dozen, silk and satin, jersey, cotton
Multi cultural rugby scrum,
A meeting place for economising human race
Flower seller, fortune teller, things for cooks, books, more for less, fancy dress
My discount’s more than him up there gives, punctuated with expletives
Small change, no exchange, first to get it, no credit.
Then back towards the old main drag to ATM’s and 5p bags
List ticked, hand picked, no fail, retail.