taking a leaf.....

The pins are white,they are shiny, they have crude drawings on them.
The boy is defined by his dapper bow tie and the girl by her sizable
but two dimensional breasts
with dots for nipples. They go together.
They sit patiently in their wooden frame ten feet high. Above the plush cinnamon carpet, impervious to their surroundings but content in their existence.
The man in the brown wool jersey listens to music loudly and sips red wine. His toes are cold but his face is hot. "Curious how different parts of the body contradict each other" he says "I suppose
it reminds you your alive" he continues.
The song playing builds to a crescendo. The man nods his head and taps his foot. He has always liked tapping his foot. That was the last song.
The album is over now.
He tops up the glass, its flavour now more agreeable.
Outside REM's 'Losing my Religion' has become the new soundscape.
The grey faced man plays it again. He will continue to play it until his hat is full.
His secret safe with the permanent fixtures.
After he will buy a drink.
Whiskey or gin.
Tonight there is a permanence to the man in the brown jersey.
Tonight there is no discord.