the mist of a people the
membrane
following a trail of sil
go to it like quiksilver at market (
or the fact that Tescos is closing down
verfish screwed into the
flag
stone
or the rain in the ceiling is pattering the bed
spoke
harshlight
(inhale mercury: wallwater
(or at play: "its a people factory this" shouted in alarm on the escalator
(silver
& screwed
all over the place was spilled all over a radius of five miles (the boundary erected in the centre of town (not here. not for you in here (call to prayer. every morning at 4AM we kick that football over and again the wallwater trickle down in gland (ex-sects
the flood barrier. god, were proud of that. swinging legs on the frontstep. our rivers studded with bridges. or whirlpools you know. the tidal current as strong as any thingrin. its easy to burn.shout it once and then again, following a tide of silver fishes in these rivers eyes (or Verlaine, in Camden Town) its whats known as ethical consumption. and god we were proud of that. our childhoods. our pure solid silver
there are alleys y don't know
what to do when down in
darkened leaves y guide spots
cops and run so he won't
throatcut and
all this for a ball of hash
yll catch adis ease ify stay in th
is room
athe [hell is this hotel is
cheap and they do our laundry
for no ex