hide and seek

where are we?

what the hell is going on?

the dust has only just begun to form

crop circles in the carpet

sinking feeling

spin me round again

and rub my eyes,

this can't be happening

when busy streets a mess with people

would stop to hold their heads heavy

hide and seek

trains and sewing machines

all those years

they were here first

oily marks appear on walls

where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,

the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

hide and seek

trains and sewing machines

blood and tears

they were here first