Bandstand
Here -
Where...top floor swearing is frequent..
Where...poor disguises are deliberate..
Where...slippery couples meet between sheets of hard fabric..
Where...derelict woods shelter shriveled worlds..
Where...door step begging is hasty and mindless..
is the place language comes to die.
Begged Scandal
Here -
Where...old parking is pavement rumour and small stone guttered..
Where...eclipsed views remain splintered with caged scissor precision..
Where...begged scandal is threatened..
Where...24 hour slowness is eyed suspiciously through boarded shop window..
Where...young shoes shoulder new passages on to industry dust covered machinery..
is the place language comes to die.
Board Yards
Here -
Where...recycled pathways stay unused and ignored..
Where...newly painted rail station gallery is haunted by plastic discipline..
Where...cryptic commands rattle through tight van streets into twisted board yards..
Where...key-ring novelty is blown into building machinery..
Where...boxed reminders become landfill..
is the place language comes to die.
