No one but you lives in your blue and browntown where the streets are mud and the doors are dust. No one photographs your blue and brownlife. No one sleeps in your bed (that sags and bags on the left) but you. No one kisses you on your blue and brownface. Your world of calm nights, books unopened, tea left to cool and dervishes that will not spin. The dogs don’t pant and the cats don’t meow in your blue and browntown. The cars won’t start and the clouds won’t stop.
John Tustin's poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.
