speaking in code
on the inner ring road
staving off starvation mode
turning purple
in the turning circle
taking the eccles tram
through our sham of a hinter land.
i was thinking
and walking it was
following me
as i flicked betwixt
multiple realities
digesting the world
internally amongst
the bleating and squawking
about trams and psychogeography
pointing your sword
towards magnetic north
breaking the brotchen
with the bitching and bored
sick of the saints
i think i'll take my complaints
to the slumlord
to the slumlord.
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