The Low Down

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The low down-down below 

and above

the pavements of a city that goes

as you sit on the bus, at night

asleep with the moirai's in your head;

          my love i want you to me mine, 

          i want you, love

           to miss me when you're gone.

 

the low down,

down below and above,

the streets, the roads, the row,

the roofs of south, across to north

over a spread of lights that promise

just for a moment,to draw your grief,

  

the low down, down below

and above,

 from the top of the highest tower,

above the railway and next to the clock

the minutes unfolding across the room

and ants coming out, crawling, 

unto the counter

 

the low down, down below

abd above,

when trains rush through the night

outside of the bathroom window

whilst you imbibe your heart in water

and the wheel beats solemnly the tracks

striking; the tempo to the anthem  

of a kingdom that belongs to no one. 

 

the low down, down below

and above

when the skyline weighs heavy

the morning is silent and hollow

eyes, chests, words are hollow

 

you'll see

 jewels made of copper and stone

wrapped round fingers of skint girls

who do it with busted lovers that go

            my love i want you to me mine, 

           i want you, love

           to miss me when you're gone.