the city what was its name . . its name
they all looked alike
they looked
unhealthy
an heedless
helpless
they looked unhappy
as
if the ground on which they stood
had
soured
their expressions
as
if there was something foul in their mouths
and
they couldnt spit
coloured awnings and fire pails clung to sides
of buildings
that
stepped up
steppe-ing
up and up
steeped
bank on bank shelves
of balconies sheaves of blueglass shimmering
and uninspired drapes
no longer drawn to hide
anything
arteries darkened and cloisonné
by
blood poisoning
hewed black alleys and avenues
nightmares unwakened from
2227, Sunday,
22 5. 11
