Fancy

Imagine where you are, shivering in your clothes, alongside a Blue police car, no one gives you ease, but a whispering groan, of wasted opportunity, above the still born stars, someone to call you home, where colour is no bar, and dreams not diseased, bought with pay day loans, cried broken homilies, try to stay calm, before the light shines close, hope there are no scars, , who will call my Ma, hear those whispered tones, asks what is the drama, jelly for your bones.