Wednesday, 14 March 2012

rain should roll into the dark,
over the dark green that pulls us apart,
the hot eyed horizon that swims like a shark,
can't stop for seasons, red lanterns for hearts,
held up machines, chewed it over and spat,
limp hand so humid so scared of the dark,
sad little whispered thoughts ran as I sat,
wind was so strong whole horizons might crack,
the black light, the plastic world, the night, the night,
ran out of pavement flat through the slats,
the moon light, the caustic world, the night, the night,
run out of town by the damn dirty rats,
the window's world is turning,
the rain is burning,
the bridge is blown,
my woes have grown.

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