tonight i'm angry
not like the before
with the caresses and one time tender hearted
with his stories of war and severed limbs
i step out into the night sky and he's lifting her
her tired heels and sore shoes
i wander past the pissers, fuckers and shouters
see the water
even the lines are empty
but back to her caresses
and the evocations of a bare time
no swinging from branches
just falling like leaves
angry stares
empty houses
no more will i dream tonight
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