Monday, 21 April 2014


Grey clouds loom suspended
above the raging flames
piercing a melody
through the trams
like a machine gun
out of control

exploding through
the windows first
before then ripping
across the top of the roof

with electricity jumping
from the top to the bottom
crackling like words
immersed in the darkness

crackling he'll kill you

he'll kill you
if you get on now.

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