Thursday, September 23, 2010

Post apocalyptic balcony number 6

Rain drops
fall through
orange light

The ink which
circles wanted adds
runs

Inked tears
which could be
Brushed into a swan
and fly away

Blocked drains
Bubble
Like a shit souffle

Sheltering under a ledge
With a neon noodle sign
Flickering blue
like a fly trap

Watching the rain
falling
stippling
and puddling.

Just waiting for someone to come.

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