angst cycle (iii)
[b] (ii)

the night is a …
you know don’t what the …

          a stranger message

snow turning to
foot colding wet

          not strange purpose
          an unattributed number

dark evening neon clichés
colours of lost hope

          could be rushed
          could be deuxième langue

wanting a drink
booked conversation absent

          rain glitter the asphelt
          december disappoints

many shapes carrying small bags
but not my books

          i was asked to ring
          perhaps i should ring

another bag under a brolly
not mine

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