Sunday, 25 April 2010

another one about death n' rivers n' nocturnal shit

The river death wondered along stream

Swooming

Extinct gentle frilled sharks hovered above


In vacuous space

Smiling placidly

Monsters scratch



At wooden walls


Threaten the spirit


Eat meat

Vomit bloood

Conspire umongst themselves, at themselves

Shelves fall from off the walls

And clutter spreads

Into the ash

Kicking it up into the air

Into lungs


Pacifying

Curtains drop over sky

Lamps break

A piss call alerts

Urine runs down the leg, out onto the street

Murmurs from some place

The straining sound of plumbing pipes hiss

The road smells of poppers and sewage

Its like back home

Minus the lobotomised appearing distressed colorless surroundings

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