West Yorkshire nocturne #4

Through town on a
Tuesday night
there's a handful of
cars and there's me
There's flour mills
tall across river
and that river it's
rough like the
sea
There's streetlights
and traffic lights
glowing
There's canal and
ducks sleep on
the banks
There's supermarket
silhouettes showing
There are shadows
and I pass through
their ranks
There's blossom trees
overhanging the pavement
flags outside fireplace
store in the cold
looking blue
There's everything
one could want out
of living
I guess
'cept for joy and
the knowing of you.

West Yorkshire nocturne #3

All the air here 

so blue you'd 

think Chicago had

visited

left this colour like

noise graffiti 

before flying

back home

sweet home. 

If I sleep later - 

once the train 

reaches Brighouse

and I bound 

coffee-wasted up 

station-side steps - 

I will dream about

how that music 

changed who
I am and
experience 

the morning tomorrow
in the forms of
my sunburst
guitar.   

West Yorkshire nocturne #2

Flowers from steel
stanchions hang
tumbleweeding
suspended -
in the dusk it is
the lilac and the
white petals
standing out
best
against half-past
ten darkened
green of the leaves.

West Yorkshire nocturne #1

Bulbs set white in
platform ceilings
sculptures of glow-worms
and lightning bugs
and black of night
sky
runs into mucky
dusty bronze
above orange streetlights
that give life to
the nocturne
of Huddersfield town
centre tonight.
It is more awake
now than during daytime
I swear
but
I'm going home
to sleep now
regardless.