the closing time hoovers
eating the days debris
from shop floor carpet
inside the emptying mall
up
e
s
i
r
decades on
in
nights
unregulated
arena
~
under dirty cotton clouds
and night flights to venus
the container port
across the marsh
clears its machine throat
like a breadline iron giant
on sixty a day
and
someone
left
all
the
picture books open again
in my mind beams
~
all
of
the
ugly beautiful faces
i will never see again
break thru surface tension
and why do you
why
?
from ebay.co.uk
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