re-adjustment

[Shuba]

I’ve waited
for the dirt to cannibalise these streets
for so long
This asphalt, these old
Familiar cracks
Bins on Tuesday,
hydrants in irregular places
I want it all devoured

I fall asleep
and all I see is
Lashings of
bleached weatherboard insincerity,
grids composed of
Gloating
middle aged boredom
and endless right angles

Space, here,
Is an angular vacuum
And time is the bleeding of routine
Onto a canvas too sane to be real

Let it all be vomited out
Onto distant sea shores
Quivering with shame.

I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited

 

[cherub]

I like the wording in this and the aspects of the space and sea,,, isn't that some of the wonders of our lives?