jingle jingle!

jingle jingle!


sounds in the night

Learning from others,
I grow.
People fill my body
and my dreams.
They shape me.
Old friends’ words
stir my own lips.
Moving, in the street
I collect the scent
of coffee and past lovers.
I scan the faces for a glance I know.
Girls I sleep with
scar me.
My skin stretches
to make room for fresh news.
I read bulletins and lines
mass on my forehead.
Voices inside my brain
stay and sing in my ears.

These sounds in the night
make my blood
I go laughing with others.
I go teaching with others.
No one is ever self-taught.
There are millions of people
in every single thought.


the jingling geordie

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whitley bay, tyne and wear, United Kingdom
poet and raconteur