Ruby Street

I earn, you earn, we sometimes stand and watch minutes without labour gathering

Temperatures like emails continued heat in the hard drive a love song businesslike

Undermined by service delivery you don’t get it, leaves tenuous in late autumn

A little breathless in the sexualised the conditioned and the happy sad air

... I was looking up at the red of the blood moon . Some people weren't looking but I stopped to talk to one of my neighbours about it. She watched the whole eclipse. It may not have been as spectacular as seeing it away from city lights, but it was still weirdly strange and beautiful to see a three dimensional moon rather than a flat disc in the sky. eclipse early heat this red in sky talk love brief filled with time

something drops through air the silvereyes work of birds where money never lands

chlorophyll wind beat vegetable spring growth wages of distance to the crumbling ground

the material gathers flocks premises degrees of flux vibrant and plastic bruised easily

clouds make sky into other spaces glad for clearness? remember the birds particulars