echo in station
big eyes languid drug thick bats
heart beat suite of last breathings
heavy head full ashes dust
petalled lips' greyings rust edges
is future silence
or traffic sounds -
click track subway rocking cradles
lights flicker switch
the train thru tunnels
ricochet reflectioning
graffiti scratch glass
alone / clenched hands / single cream rose
three days old / brown round the edges
drowning in these big eyes brine crest
wet thirst petals rust round edges
big eyes red drops drug thick bats
street chic heat of last breathings
heavy head full dust ashes
thorns crust blood in hands clenched cold
eyes roll back
inject embalm past
"this is my stop!"
but her tongues been cut out....
(whispered)
we are all bewildered children
stuggling to be born
from obscure death
without
knowing who we've been
(screamed)
we are all lost children
struggling to die
from obscurity
without
knowing where we'll go