trembling at death
frying pan to fire ?
agog at the universe
the size of the thing !
& afraid of tomorrow
that regular unknown
~
this place is heavy nonsense
run by lightweights & lunatics
their teeth marks clear
on the seaside piers
& the dogs of circumstance
congregate to salivate
in
the
truncated precinct
nangs & candy plastic
on
the
betting slip ground
