You and I are not special in no sense of evil but a certain regret. Precious girl, don't stare for she used to be you with dreams and a handle on a starry life of opportunity and vanishing grey tenements. 'So what', they all insisted. Smash your television and rely on instinct, it's what seperates you from an animal. Are you an animal or an experience? Neither now!
Bloodied train tracks and stained thoughts re-living your youth each morning just before 'This Morning' comes on. Anything for you sweetheart, drink up ladies for the hour is upon us. Your Natwest credit card sliced and diced but the system breathes on. On, off, on, off, on, off, on, off. Millions of wasted customers empty apart from the shoddy creeking membrane inside the dark recesses of their heads. Fuck this, squeeze that. Oddly enough, nothing ever sticks.
And so, she died in the early years and I never saw it coming. Kind of sad but nothing precious all the same and me the drunken fool on the tube station crying. A push and a shove with a crazed lunatic called Alan. Piss off! Crunch! A thousand noises in four seconds for what seemed like four years. A passemger delay and a full stop on her life. A passenger delay. Shame to go that way, kinda makes you appreciate the sky.
think you've found your form lee...this is amazing!
ReplyDeletedo you reckon? I'm not sure of the last para, my mate Chloe said it was shit.
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