Tuesday, May 31, 2011


Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall
Crop circles in the carpet

Spin me round again
And rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets
A mess with people would stop to hold
their heads heavy

Hide and Seek
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years
They were here first

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover
The sweeping insensitivity of this
still life

Hide and Seek
Trains and sewing machines
(Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears
They were here first.

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