All Dreaming Of The Stars

All Dreaming Of The Stars

Gary Knapton 

 17/04/05 

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Black rain ran fast against the panes of high-rise blocks against the strains of lives unlocked

 

Dank cobbled lanes steamed long suburban scars

 

Inside the men watched bland TV 

Upstairs their wives sang merrily against tinned streams of air-wave glee

 

All dreaming of the stars

 

The scolding sea lapped up the shores 

A sea-side pack of kerbside whores stand hidden from patrolling 

laws 

All waving down slow cars

 

Inside the men smoked roll-up cigs and kept an eye out for the pigs and whistled streams of air-wave jigs

 

All dreaming of the stars

 

 

The howling wind becoming loud through which there flew the Gatwick crowd of businessmen asleep or proudly drunk in mile-high bars

 

Inside the suits dreamt get-rich schemes, of open fires, tudor beams 

Cheap skirts ripped open at the seams

 

All dreaming of the stars

 

 

A huddled bunch of random lives, of sleeping children, house-proud wives

The two point fours with under-fives 

The smoke-filled late night spas

 

The way we skip the daily dread of working hard for daily bread 

The way we close our eyes in bed

 

All dreaming of the stars

 

 

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