Lightning on the asphalt
rain dousing Camden
in July
sunlit splashes
running shopfront to shopfront
hair drenched
cables warm like arms
counting down my vertebrae
haloes bout my feet
and your excitement
frying up
music-filled doorways passing like ponies
green wood above
the water
hucksters hippies
and the feel of incensed air
a Doors tune
like smoke
voices flapping against upstairs windows
escapees
excitement or speed
we
in blue jeans
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