Oh lazy till it happens, tell me you didn’t
know it can change you thought summer
could last forever.
Glimmer like the wall of shiny cards, the twin houses
reflect everything going on downtown.
Stand like you are strong until it’s too
close to say whether fame is a reflection
of something or the structure.
What if the structure’s wrong?
What if fame hides a towering infirmity
and you share your DNA with your twin?
Oh lazy till it happens, we thought
summer would go on and on perhaps
we knew they were coming for us.
In the American city
nothing glitters for long but is
put up again by its stupid sister
and time will keep on hating
anything bigger and better,
so anything that glitters is a sin.
Alex Richmond
After university (English and Philosophy) Alex pondered the mystery of balancing a creative
life with the earning money. He has worked as a guitarist, tutor in prisons, renovator of
tennis courts and now runs an 18 th century prints business near Death Valley.