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 
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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