My night is on the downturn
Psycho-turbulent moon sheds light
And I wonder if I can squeeze through that space?
Plastic chairs wave and threaten in the wind
I walk over; ready to nail them down
but they're gone - too late
----~----
I've seen neon signs glow bright and flicker
before they burn out
I've seen a last breath become a full conversation
before the punctuation becomes ragged again
and spark out - black and wondering
Granite will never speak again
----~----
Nothing is as clear as right now
Nothing is as frightening asright now
I'm looking for charity-reductions everyday
old hat, play the vinyl before you buy it
and please re-use everything in here
Its shelf life is dying
Decaying, exfoliant
in rolling sands and ancient displays
----~----
I need to remove myself urgently
Walk away from this stubborn vessel of mine
head out into the dust bowl my mind created
long ago; I think it's still dormant
and dominant; How so?
----~----
There is nothing left to gain
on this plane; in long-spent shanty towns
Crumbling and suffocated - swallowed
Constructions in kitsch requirement
and routine parades of achievement
It's nobody's throw-away
----~----
We can ignore all my mistakes
and forget the things
that are agonised about
Night after night (Scorpiantales)
It is there, quiet and still
It is what it has all become
SRWB 2010
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