Thursday, October 4, 2012


no chance in this hell, snowball

I’ve drudged these halls
and wept in these corners for days

it’s mostly cobwebs and dust,
rusty pieces of pipe and broken screws,
loose dirt on hard ground,
smells of mildew and mould
between the bricks

every now and then
a trickle of water here,
a feather of sunlight there –
you need to press your tongue to the cracks
to really take it in

but as long as you’re here,
you’re here,
hoping for a chance to go and play in the grass again

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