Everything is grey
shrunk into spasms of electronic beeps
Multiple delusions
mixed into narrow glasses of tea
Wait
Seconds hanging about
like a bedraggled cloak
Nights undeserved
sheaths of compassion
The sordid underbelly of the evening sky
throwing up visions
and i slouch in elegiac suffering
Nerves tangle, entangled,
raw,
live electricity in them
blood and tea.
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