1975
and at length
we arrived at the
street corner looking
down at the mauve
pavement the mauve
gutter and the mauve
trouser-legs and shoes
standing around
under the mauve
and purple sky
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
city wormhole: wanting to be loved
mauve wormhole: ‘after …’
pavement wormhole: midnight
purple wormhole: 1971
sky wormhole: beep
streets wormhole: fifty / years / old
years wormhole: 1973
Mauving, innit.
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that wasn’t the purple-ss!
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Yo, whatever, man, speak to the hand that holds the spliff.
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can’t see the hand – it’s mauve
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I feel marooned.
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mauve over there where I can see you then
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I feel read.
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there’s no mauving what’ll happen next … still, it’s no use looking black
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