plastic blood congeals
at the exits
at the entrances
the hobnail truth
plummets from the murmurations
escaped from backward wars
& the gilt of ages passed
the treadmill of ancient meanderings
past the jerry-built houses
those that kissed & melted
to the ire of inconstant moons
& the memory slipped those hunt budgets
rained mournfully into the splish splash
the governmental ravages that thoughts
transpired into breath-held savages
the pitter-patter in shafts such golden reign 
into the gaps & homeless teeth
sinking in mundane mudflaps & such merriment



Clive Gresswell



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