angst cycle (iii)
[V] (v)

underneath everything
is an intense sadness

rather like eating
a rather good bread
only to discover
the crust at the base
has absorbed
the taste
of plastic
and you’ve
eaten it now

rather like
walking down a suburban street
an autumn night
streetlights dim
an ordinary rain
the wind always sings
whatever the bluster
whatever the squall
a minor key

rather like
the city scenery outside
tower blocks and sky
all tinged
you know the rest

i cannot return
i will not be welcome
the final argument
was fatal

i want to
this is silly
i was never welcome
not in this century

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