Weather Men

Remember when

remembering when

was not a

post-modernike consideration of

how can I fit in tonight

or any such

inconsiderate tokens of… (see post script) “why”

was a poem written by the sand that fell from a floating foreign boot

into the drain-waters flooding LDN

thoughout and throughin

flaccid

yet it lacked not energy

just meaning

but as it stopped and slowed and apocalyptically crept into sodden shadows

a message was found sand-made in the tiny caverns of a rotten rat’s rib-cage

above-sewer people moved in the twisted turgid unending twilight of forgetfullness, sin, and drunken beaten worship of gloried filmik envision-weaponry and I was there

It was me.

LDN ’93 I crept down and ate the rat, I ate the sound, I ate the map.

Look at me now in 2012 cavorting through Kingdom Cities; comforting the crowned.

We’re all.

They will wear us all…

badged and beaten…

invisible and eaten..

We’re all.

P.S:

I’m so happy to die.

I’m so happy to die.

I’m so happy to die.

Weather Men

RVRFNX

Lennox Head, Australia

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