BLADE RUNNER RAIN

i am a meat popsicle
in a fucktown ubermart

&

theres blade runner rain
in the grey-spray dawn

&

a blanket man sits

where the mothers huddle

with the red-trench news

in

a 

mast-pinged 

chip-scanned

laminated cave 

of 

tracked drek-tat & kipple

~

well my thin signal needs a boost

needs a test 

     to provoke 

          an emotional 

               r e s p o n s e

~

& mast-pinged 

& chip-scanned

in the laminated cave

i

grab

a

three quid meal-deal *

for 

the
blanket man outside

sat in the blade runner rain

the grey paint dawn

lit weak orange now

with a slim neon stripe

*

( green packaging -

  salt & vinegar crisps

  sprite etc

  as green is meant to be calming 

  altho he says -

  'i will eat anything me' )