FRIDAY i brim over with horror drama and i say goodbye sweet progress at least i saw your face
i am silent and sick my street an ancient projection from the museums movie archive
WEEKEND tears dry straws are grasped
dominoes totter but trees are STILL green the lawn STILL needs mowing in the rain thats the same and we watch a rerun make-over show on purpose
VEIL LIFTED veil lifted pull it down pull it down cos suddenly we are aware we are naked and we are panic-bluffing that its ok when its not and our balls are in awful danger on the sharp and spiky streets