Thursday 10 March 2011

Dust In Orbit (w.t.)

STUMBLE NUMBLY DOWN COBBLED STREETS,/
EYES LOCKED BETWEEN GROUND FLOOR & FIRST,/
SHOES SHUFFLING PAST WITH PURPOSE./
TIED DOWN, TRAPPED ON THE GROUND./
FOOTFALLS BENEATH A WORLD OF WINGS/
AS WE ESCAPE IN/
THROUGH A WINDOW./

KICKING CRUMBLED WALL ON THE FLOOR;/
ALL DUST, RUST, NAILS AND PIGEON FEATHERS./
OUTSIDE THE WEATHER COULD BE WORSE,/
VENTS WHIR LETTING COOL WIND IN./
GLASS JARS SAILS THROUGH THE AIR/
COVERING A CHAIR/
AFTER KISSING BRICK./

SANDWICHED BETWEEN OFFICES AND FLATS/
WHERE PAINT CRACKS/
BUT NONE HEAR IT./

FIRE-STAINED WALLPAPER PEELING/
FLOOR TO CEILING,/
DUST IN ORBIT./