by Theo Alexander

Created on: May 09, 2011

Our stories burst out & begin
In dark alleyways with painted walls
Screaming art
& hidden cameras
Waiting for something to happen
While others laugh & run.

This is where it happens
Where our stories explode
Scattering the city
Painting all the faces
Of the bums & the cops
& the dead men in suits.

This can be our graveyard
Our stories will burn out & cry
Spreading their vivid colour
All over the aching darkness
The midnight pushers
& the red, factory skies.

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