Don’t Leave Coco
All the fairytales and post it notes
Of the Brick Lane boys and girls
The Cushion Reindeer art
And the vintage Polaroids.
Samba Mexican beats strained with gin
Mix and match accents that go by
The stale smell of wet cigarettes
Wear it down.
Taking off broken bangles
And playing in the rain
(Mis)Educated spirits
There’s a lot of that going around.
Like plastic boats that line rivers
Streaming down like corporate art
Sunshine fruit and morning mud
Paper tickets fly away.
Don’t Leave Coco
Downtrodden and disbelieving
Heavy hearts and weary muscles
Solar plexus, soul represses
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