My Northern Streets

In the xrayed streets sprayed dimly dappled lit, beside windows glowing night times silhouetted bonny curtained bones,
Flesh is scrubbed from the necks of kids hiding tide marked specks in Sunday's bathtime before schoolday moans.
Where plugs purge pulled surge back yards lulled, whirlpools that wash moss cuddled concrete steps and drains.
As bubbles and soap suds form whipped cream steeples, made by solid people, simply washing dirt in grubby back lanes.

Cares

mugoob mugoo ;)