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CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 1                                                                                                                   page-4 AFTERNOON SHIFT Garbage cans crash, exploding litter A night breeze sucks a milk bottle dry Red lights pass, going back the same way ... but to what ... another shift? Mock me if you dare A bike chain creaks, past paper pedestrians Red streetlights glimmer Mock me. Again. Barren footsteps swagger Down a drunken hallway Advertisements shout obscenities, coldly A red woollen beanie, hands in pockets Cries out to me - "The candle burns low, son," then Catsb... Magnitudes of creeping fur. Like an allergic itch, they appear, And disappear ... into quieter alleys Carparks tremble with leaves Deserted. Lights converse along empty highways Without purpose Petrol pumps whisper like walking Corpses. I light up horizons With my mechanical eyes Letter boxes starve, bus sheds shiver A midnight cyclist past breezy bushes I drive alone - Autumn's children hurry and laugh Across empty streets in a race to the Seaside Sleepy houses squat and spy Through their grease stained blinds And into their eyes, the sandman Has sprinkled ... some infinite night.      This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.

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