Wednesday, 25 April 2012


beggared in a taunted wasteland
eyes long emptied remain steeped in a jaundice

unable to reflect the encirclement of upright steel
and thus cowered beneath this youthful flaunting

she finds herself now wimpled by a creeping green
where her walls bleed a jealous neglect,

a fish flaked fa├žade of dandruff drips and
grumbling brickworks that wear a long moss

like the fibrous stubble of an aged maid's shins
bristled in a polyrhythmic wind

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