Build them up then all fall down
Wooden blocks approach the ground
What’s this? What’s that? Is this one round?
Colour it in, well done, all sound.

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The sound of important women’s shoes
Striding up and down the halls
The sound of I don’t give a fuck
Bouncing off the ceiling and walls

Like a minature council worker in my ear
Balanced precariously
As he sets to work with his jack hammer
Just set on pestering me

It worms it’s way around my cochlear
Like a tiny click-clacking train
And it sets to work with it’s chiseling
Driving right into my brain

It’s midnight on a Saturday
The cold Winter air hugging all
Leaving red rosy cheeks on the occupants
Of the everyday citizens ball
Some are breathing out smoke from their cigarettes
Some are breathing out fog like them too
Some are arm-in-arm all together
They won’t let the cold make the blue

I’m floating up, over the sounds
I’m crashing down, to meet the ground
I’m burying deep, beneath the soil
I’m resting now, no mortal coil

Remove the duvet. Shiver.
Feet touch the ground. Shiver.
Go to the bathroom. Shiver.
Get dressed quickly. Shiver.
Boil the kettle. Shiver.
Watch the steam. Shiver.
See the winter grasses gleam.