Friday, 30 October 2015

candid death




this land with its gnarled hands and its dark history finds

threadbare lives that weave strange perspectives.

knotted desires and commitments are

all we have with baskets full of mumbled promises.

above a bitter grey victorian sky oblique views  gather in alien hues,

a mechanical existence that dolls out spread sheet philosophies;

a discordant austerity like the death of libraries.