donderdag 14 juli 2011

A SONG FOR CHARLIE CHRIST


The morter cracks
All that we’ve built
Was never built to last

Murmur
an open window
The courtyard
a silent witness

I have to flee this tomb
This concrete womb
Which bears seclusion
discontent
I’ll just head
To where
the former occupants went

“The tripe tripled this year”
The newspaper heading says
Morality
ripped to tatters
All these open wounds do
Is sending more tripe into the world

Who will be giving pauper Leon
The light of day
The streets have so much to say

A capitalistic fury
colours the skyline
I had a clear bearing
I adjust
The suit I’m wearing
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