Sunday 2 September 2012

Hugger-Mugger Street



Memories infected
by blatant random schemes
disturbances polluting minds
drowning future dreams
Posting this texting that
 
much trivia surrounds
Pots of empty vacant plots
 idea’s are out of bounds
On average someone glides 
upon
a tinnitus of waves

seeing feeling passing lives
in a corridor of graves
they’ve sold the fields of tenderness
 
for everything on air

rarely seeking anything
more than superficial glare


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