It slithers off & stays there
& my heart
is redraw as a blue steak & cut up
into the oil & butter & gas fire
that heads its blackened world that wraps around
it's non-eyes, eyes, yes, everything has eyes
& sees & watches you & watches me
& sees what it sees what everything sees
& nothing says thankyou, or thankme, please
rip down the lace curtains that yellow over time
like chipshop worker's gloves all fished & grimed
like opera in a sea, a sea of slime -
& out damned spot! & out! each little crime
perpetuates itself & syndecates
itself outwards with prizes & tax breaks
& hearts that are driven through, cars & steaks
& stretchmarks where the loves pulled from the hate,
pulled, pulled out, pulled off, out!
there's nothing to see here, to shout about,
a voided stage, a belief half-believed
& burned for, one more crappy little creed...
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