its a strange world
a hiccup life
smeared and weird
bricks and upvc and cars
block paving round the fruit trees
where we tried
to improve the ground
and too of course the endless plastic rain
step back take a time out
and
come
on
d
o
w
n
see we are beasts on the carpet
phones now where our claws were
see we are animals with tiles
insulated from the call of the wild
we still hear it . . .
its an itch
we talk about
in the
therapy room
the steel edge in our laughter
after dusk when murder
is
for
the good of the brood
or
only
the
dinner bell
from wikiality
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