part IV (important edit)
where were you when i captured the slime when I took of these streets and splayed them through the page?
livid with the fear i took to rage and smeared the veil with defacation, and with such skill!
(some of my best work yet)
even though i cannot hear my voice.
magpies bicker and rattle around the roofs of suburb houses, five for silver, blues and golds.
delciately detailed panorama's flowing.
i see the filth in oily shores.
i feel the creek of lonely floors, the squeak
of rats and doors and springs recoiling as he turns
in the darkness -
how often he left his good-time prostitute, only to emerge again,
back to the sphere of instant slobbering desire.
the sky now so far away