BE ANYTHING BUT COOL

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what's real about this world?

Scraps of urban fantasies in watercolour water-culture

Get my attention

 
Depicting thinkers in debate 

A corner cafe, going deep, angst-filled markers of rebel adoration

what's real about this world?

It's all leftovers, buzzing bars

a group dancing in a corner that's been replicated, reeks

someone toppling over and walls that cackle

Faustian bargains in empty halls
Play acting as original thought
Mocking words like good and grace 

Denying there is such a thing as evil

what's real about this world?

The bottom of the urbanite joke
A suburban meme, long land reserves
Solitude and acres 

A hundred trees

Find yourself a space where it's hard to find a single salesman
A large slab of haute couturier soliloquy
In an indistinguishable coffee shop where both eyes can open and see

what's real about this world?

You'll laugh when I tell you to head to the suburbs, a nature reserve,

a quiet street without a single pop song on repeat, where no-one knows a hot ticket

A place where there are people who have nothing to prove

safe from the designs of those bargains made to music

rock & roll, mornings lost and mimicry called exclusive,

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