they even pry loose
the
wobbly nail
the workers
hang
their
home-time
salt-of-the-earth
coats
on
~
&
the sky today
is
just
grey
like an open old man
its the dish rag of ages
a ragged halo glow
burns eclipse slim
round the frayed edge
there just
for the just born
to see
~
they draw you in
then they draw it thin
its the meat prism
strange mail everday
from worthpoint.com
1.
those
happy
helpless
hoards
busy
breeding
dim sprogs of light
are
government stuffed / undervalued
and
opiated by plastics / production line pop
into comfy flatscreen holes
and
daily
terrorised
by
BOGOF news
that chews
the salt out of their earth
2.
i
am
over-chilled
under-rushed
terrorised
and
sick
with
nowhere to go to
but
happy
to
daydream all day
on
the
sofa
of
supper and bedtime
3.
never completely awake
never completely asleep
i
am
a misty dusk / wet kettle steam
terrorised
by
strange dreams - epic journeys
and
their residue
that remains
with me all the day
like
guilt
4.
youre all in a rush
restless
itchy feet
terrorised by your own transport
only
taking
your
tired
eyes
between
the similar rooms
of
shits
and
meals
from discoveryuk.com
