Words beckon from the alley next to the cinema--
Whispers of need from a gangmember
In want of a drug-- lying there to bleed.
Reverberations of celebration in a kiss that says
I've missed you. Wanting nothing more than
just a gentle smile. Caught up in the rapture
of a love so new, a love so wild.
Sirens singing into the night. Help is on the way.
Saviours come in an ambulance of white.
The soft falling of a single tear. On a park bench
She's crying for someone who is no longer here.
Noise! Horns blaring cab drivers staring at what
they can never have. But boys will be boys.
And my love marks time like the ticking of a clock:
What else is forever for?
All these sounds and many more
echo off blacks walls in a house full of stars.
1995?
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