standing still

Among the sticks and stones

They cast shadows

Tall, dark & handsome


Trench coat cloaks whispering

About who is the next up-and-coming

Bright stars in the universal picture


We traded marks for franks

Or was it pounds for rupees

Dollars making sense eventually


When those plague rats

Jump ship in the next port

Either sinking or swimming


It’s a gamble to stay afloat


I tried wasting time

But all I did was learn something new

About shoes & ships & ceiling wax


Looking down

On those free range cabbages

And caged-bird


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