are you adequately prepared to rock?
be thee decorously desirous of the song?
what of thou languorous shrug of the shoulders
upon the knurled elegance of sweeping balustrades

when dropping chandeliers upon the cobbles of our lassitude
amidst the crash of multitudinous shatters of glass
we give platitudes

coloured streamers
whipping in the sleety winds
dusty stilettos punching paper
blue blades chop-chopping

beating floundering
futile excursions
think thank mud
tanks on the mind
red drenched
absorbing

earth