the shadows tears cast
look
like
the
dense
black
bricks
of sudden arguments
and
the
spiked anxious light
of
the
cold cold
danger
of
diecast mindfreeze
all
twinkledull useless
on
the
greasy
lino
of the deadhand nowhere kitchen
in
the
silent-bland and coffee-nervous
middle
of
a broken broken day
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