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HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME

‘Ring, ’ it says ‘Ding, ’ it says.
The crowd looks on at the cracking dawn
Cyril, who was here for one, took his glass and was gone.

I was totally immersed in the crowd that had dispersed.
The vagrants swayed on the street like fire flies
in circles at least a thousand times.

I was losing my mind, so struggled outside
away from the scratching lights that dig out your eyes.
Short Skirt was crying there for reasons known-
the boy has grown. The man is gone. The lovers flown
to another town when a bit of leg was shown.

Leaving the boys in a crowd of noise,
I saw in an alley a broken glass.
Blood but no Cyril.

Ring Ding. Ring Ding.
The flashing haze is here to
pick another up and lead him into
the morning.

(Jasper Matick)