Face like that Lady
with an Ermine,
a daft black knot
of hair on top.
There's rust stains
and damp creep
along the white balcony edges.
The tiered brick and dust wastes,
the cement flats going down
to the hidden canal
are nobody's.
Today the muggy rain
wants to be
beneath
this failing skin,
this shit disguise.
Fine--from the very beginning to the bitter end.
ReplyDeleteWas it that lady?
ReplyDelete:-)
Muggy rain beneath failing skin. The rain needs a shelter today, shit disguise or not. Failing skin with muggy rain underneath, a very powerful image, WB. It sticks.
Thank you, Vassilis and Marie,
ReplyDeleteThat is one scary lady you found.
The tiered brick and dust wastes,
ReplyDeletethe cement flats going down
to the hidden canal
are nobody's.
The further diminution of an already worn and dwindled urban landscape down to the absolute minim reveals the hollowness of the hallowed concept Property. As soon as the skeletal substance of the world can no longer be made out beneath the rust and mould, it will at last belong to everybody. For a bit. Nothing more daft than the totality, unless it's the parts.
You can always catch the idiot glint of the totality in all those leftover parts.
ReplyDelete"It is not your system or clear sight that mills
ReplyDeleteDown small to the consequence a life requires;
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills".