Barton


The sun in the sky
Like an alien craft
Skimming the clouds
So grey
The most colourless grey
No heat
The sun and its wake

Sub shop
Scrap yard
Used up
Used
Beer store
Church door
Strip club
Boarded up
Boarded up
Boarded up
Barely alive

All flung forward
Shot off the cloth
Suddenly yanked taut
And snapping

Prison
Whore
Gallery
A mall like guts
Bowling alley

Telephone poles and signs
Like weeds and reeds and river edges
Houses
Hedges
Sidewalks
Bums on benches
Nameless faces
Cyphers in place of eyes
Tired out
Wired

Waiting for the walls of home
Aching for the comfort zone
Work over
Day done



2007 12 06 - 00:25

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