A Pen's sweat......

Out into open streets of rain

 

In dark night clubbed air

we gulped beer and swam

 

out into open streets of rain

 

an orange pooled lamp light

exploded beneath my shoes

 

fingers & lips pushed my clothes

old skin disturbed by new nerves

 

my lungs breathed in a strange breath

one language spoken by two tongues

 

gasping out the ghost of a kiss

the city haunted by it's warmth

 

until snails and mortar in your hair

you pulled me into a black cab,

 

next morning I returned

to the scene of the crime

 

looking for my watch

looking for my proof

 

but I never did regain

that piece of time

 

it stopped there

always telling us

 

the time we spilled

out into open streets of rain

 

the sea of Manchester

drowning out our crys.

 

 

 

John G.Hall(c)2005

The IT Revolution


fingers nailed to logged keys

forehead locked to the screen

plastic chains tidily hidden away

a user tied to time and motion

left clicks tattooed to the soul

now rebellions right click opens

nothing but an audio file

of a wet-ware's rebel-yell

degraded data streaming

the volume slid to scream

I cannot find your details

please, please hold the line!


John G.Hall(C)2005

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