#123 (kisses to the gutter)

photo credit: Matthias Geh


I shaped a brick

from toxic waste

oozing through the commentary

of a redundant conversation

I tried fitting it into the wall

quietly hoping it would stick

and make it fall

whereabouts unknown

the sea took all its tolls

the fare was measured heavily

fat cats gave birth to trolls

inside the fortress waving

a torchlight made of pain

the ghosts of the forgotten

a silent choir remained

beyond the wires smiling

their faces shone unburned

weaving some propaganda

no page was left unturned

blew kisses to the gutter

and watched them float away

lost words I barely stuttered

in cellars of decay

28th January 2017


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