i wanna fall in love at Shudehill

i wanna fall in love at Shudehill

this place, tastes like the end

of the line,

even the pigeons are choosy here.

this place, where

the Christmas lights don’t shine.

this boomerang interchange

keeps calling me now,

flinging childhood spit

over icy railings,

we hope to reach Thorniley Brow.

i wanna watch the light fail here,

as the ending sun bombs the city.

furious crimson napalm

shivering into the drains

as this city catches night fire.

embracing a spiced Christmas coffee,

we become heart shaped at our edge.

as you lean into me,

that upward glance between lashes

feels like falling from a ledge.

and as the city rocks back and forth

in a coldness quiver, our hearts

together in shared light, bring change

out from the interchange,

as love spreads out across Shudehill.