Friday, 16 August 2013

Reason Reason

Continuous shutdowns
Flamboyant hats
Buttoned up
and the others

Granting hiatus for carelessness
but the consequence is yours
for the next
eighteen years
or so

Can’t pin your hopes on C-bombs though
or H-trains
or G-strings
a fierce farce
if ever there were one

Clamber up those stares
of marijuana pupils
as you watch the paranoia set in
but I’m only staring at you because you’re staring at me

Justification for this
Reason for that
the pile grows tall
then dissolves in the rain
and it always rains
in wintertime

1 comment:

  1. great poem love the bit about the paranoia