full and bursting with blinding frustration
of a
low
paid
job
of
nothing/lacks even adequate thanks.
dirt always on my knees/cuts across my fingers.
full with the impotence of the love-mist fuck around.
the
walls
and
the glass/i shout only at me.
alone some more/dont know what i want.
outside
it
smells
of
summers
blue red
horizons
but the cold edge of crazy wind blows darkness inside.
clarity is a long way off today.
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