Down The Street- Beneath The Veil
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By Richard Savage
When always falling out of moving cars
The fading stars smirk awkwardly inwards
Syntax errors cover the windows
Everyone ducks for comfort and shelter
A one night stand with a one legged care
Mixing broken hymenitis with purgatory gazes
A broken sigh of heaving traffic lies
Flies that glitter drowning in the ointment
Fade to coloured snare rush bringing blood rush
While always slipping onto razor covered floors
Full to the brim with viral virtuosity
A paragraph breaks into sharpened shards
All cuts and scrapes and grammatical gristle
They soldier on in queues for queues sake
Preserve a common little cesspit culture
Human waste that glitters on anointment. . .
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