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
