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Perched upon a stool there

outside the Kitchen bar

I tried to calm the the terrors

and quench the dizzy horrors



What it was that struck me

was the calmness of the

shoppers

who blind to my apocalypse

haunted empty shops



I watched the great crown shatter

all those perspex snowflakes

raining down in lungfuls

I eat a mouth of blood



I wondered how they managed

not to worry for their babies

as I sat shaking drunk and saw

what one day might be seen



I was so hit by my vision

of the thunder spitting sky

that I poured a deluge down

to numb the bloody world



the airs descended down in waves

and every second tingled

and yet only contempt and inertia

a market of listless eyes



I begged them with my nerve ends

cracking win my skull

to open up those eyes

to the ever hateful sky



yet they only shopped and smiled

my empathy was soaked

I wanted then one third of the stars

that flaming miasma to crush them



I wanted the heavens open

I wanted the shoppers to suffer

I wanted to sit there and shake on that stool

drunk til the party is over



Falling of that stool there

outside the Kitchen bar

lying in an ashtray

with my drunken black satori