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insect life
some are born to worms
fat pink worms
that crawl along the
cold wet walls
of delapidated buildings
it's hard to remember
memories.
do I still have any?
we don't even feel
the need to remember
perhaps there was
an atomic explosion,
perhaps zombies,
diseases, hiding, hibernation
it seems so distant
some are born to cats
scruffy black famelic cats
lying under stairscases
in the acid rains,
litter being blown in their face
there are few people
in this city,
we avoid the streets,
we avoid others, ourselves
we live like insects
its darker than usual outside
windy, dust and rubbish swirl
and land in oily puddles,
black against grey
to the eye-can-see[/font]
fat pink worms
that crawl along the
cold wet walls
of delapidated buildings
it's hard to remember
memories.
do I still have any?
we don't even feel
the need to remember
perhaps there was
an atomic explosion,
perhaps zombies,
diseases, hiding, hibernation
it seems so distant
some are born to cats
scruffy black famelic cats
lying under stairscases
in the acid rains,
litter being blown in their face
there are few people
in this city,
we avoid the streets,
we avoid others, ourselves
we live like insects
its darker than usual outside
windy, dust and rubbish swirl
and land in oily puddles,
black against grey
to the eye-can-see[/font]
Published 22nd Aug 2010
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