Friday 1 March 2013

DANGEROUS RAIN/SOCIAL CONSCIENCE


the 
good intentions
of a tidy evening that was clean and worked at
dissolve
like cheap soap flakes
in the clutter of kipple and too-fast chaos  
of
bad bad sleep
where one arm has nowhere to go

its sediment is sore in my eyes in another uninspired grey dawn
winter; england - all pale dishrag and leftover wet moonlight

and
while
theres a new twist in my baby smile thats not grim
it
haunts
and 
hurts
that this new twitch 
cant silence our conned and sly consumer chatter
that
falls
on this sci-fi earth like dangerous rain







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