Mister World

in the rain, in the dark
in the back of my heart
i got one shiny coin to my name

that i’m poor i know is true
but i’m spending it on you
& i know you won’t turn me away

we were walking on the hill
me, lydia & phil
& we stood there awhile looking out

at the houses in their streets
& the clouds all marching east
they must wonder what the fuss is all about

cos you’re so beautiful mister world

on an upstairs balcony
table, chair above the street
10.37am

is a guy, 23
temporarily
lost in some crime novel when

he looks up from the page
& like the stars in the day
a world he’s not set eyes on before

the power lines & hills
a myriad angles
dance naked, shy hand in hand, for

you’re so beautiful mister world

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