just another smudge

troubled cobble streets
crooked toothed bits
hanging of the roof tops
broken exits smile
never had the time 
just filled my empty with butterflies ‘
and a get away island in my mind
took off from my jelly mould
painted songs of colour on peacock feathers 
searching always with my mind
maps for making tracks
on dirty paths
strange how the skirts of sands first whirl white
like a moth lost
searching for light
through dusty filters of motel blinds
just another smudge on the door frames
of my time


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