the rain keeps falling through my window.

Mars & Eirene

The coliseum stands alone, brick without brick - the salt water brings empty souls to the surface, the natural erosion rains down regardless, as midsummer falls Mars gathers his thoughts: Oh! What times we've paved in stone; shall we wield the Power of Kings? Must Eirene deprive us of War? Must we be warped by our own Epimetheus? Liberty, a statue that's sculptured to breathe as she falls.

The murky essence of morning parallels the twilight zone; as if paralysed by apathy, the day ends as the day starts – the psychology of the situation becomes apparent in pissing blood, one way, or another, it’s going to happen & the urologist will glance sideways into the muggy sample, this disorder is common in both sexes.

the renaissance has been replaced by the bed pan.

B1113

I'm constantly
looking over
my shoulder into
the mirrors of
public toilets
while the
cubicle doors
are half open
they call it
paranoia
I call it fucking
stupid
a glare
into the eyes
of a stranger
not giving
an inch either way
that's how we move today
desperately weary of society
& society's children
the air is seasoned
with cheap cologne
& petrol emissions
there's nothing nice
about it never mind romantic
this is cryptic
everything
is knitted
upon patches
of grey
a perverted tearaway
viewing education
as two goalposts
no netting
what's the betting
that judgement
is faraway
anyway another
sample taken
this alien environment
has taken it's toll...