He stood as if to hold up the wall,

looking down, leaning in,

his face obscured.


Behind him, a penumbra of wet traffic

lit up a thin stream

ongoing, seeking an outsource,


a purpose; at the drain it said goodbye

with a blush of steam,

just enough to remind me


of the persistent thud of need

taken from the well

and re-distributed.







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Wed 23rd Jan 2019 13:45

Point taken bud.i was trying to be unimpressive as life often is.. but honesty means fuck all on here and if you can fake sincerity you'll get followers,. Upwards and onwards to dignity, ! Take care David.

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