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a hole in my right
trouser pocket
upright now I
scan the dark lawn
for a glint of keys
Mediocrity is your prerogative
bland brand bands compulsory
the same recycled tongues and identities
mandatory tats and body piercing
just to cross the rope (not much hope)
here in twilight mediacities
Tell me again
tell me again
what I like and what I'm like and how
tell me again
what I'm never to do with you
you always do
mountainous
battleship grey breakers
you ride them waiting
for them to push you down
don't raise your arms above your head
don't open your mouth so wide
We don't do natural: we do theatre
The bride punched black by the bachelors
the bachelors punched out by each other
The bride looking like she packs the biggest punch
Now just act normal before the camera
Talk about breaks music; I'll give you breaks
Rain at the window
candles
you count so as to reassure yourself
that you are moving on
You count down: starting and stopping
dreaming of loops
Counting down the days
just for the sake of it
to stop you forgetting
in your mother's room
the papers coming and going
midnight in the middle of a bad week