Saturday, June 14, 2014


Footpaths are crumbling,
my feet keep stumbling.

We trawl through floods
and rivers of mud
rubble, garbage, crud.

Everything's changed, strange.

I try to stay positive,
treat it as cognitive.

I walk through the city
such a pity to be broken,
gardens choking in weeds -
breathing wreckage -
how it breeds depression.


Blogger Chris Never said...

What a strange half world it must be living there now, I wonder how long it will take for your city to recover, if it ever will.

I feel for all of you

6:13 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

It's grinding everyone down because it's taking so long. I feel that perhaps we are past the worst of it though. There are new buildings beginning to go up, and they go up very quickly.

It seems strange to me, but they seem to go up much faster than they come down. I would have expected it to be the other way around.

5:10 PM  

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