Tuesday 24 July 2012

Pen-names

Two storey buildings stare back at me

Their upper level windows are eyes

I always knew it yet only recently learnt to articulate 

The autistic drone drudgery of inanimate objects


Street facades are risible

Eaves, domes, arches, balustrades, gargoyles

Crude un-belongings

A paltry one dimensional effort to impress

Which ends as you take a side street and see the lie


Like books by authors with pen-names you know for what they are

Brutal insecurities

Broken down car
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