The Local Void

Sitting below Pass through

Lock the gates Fill in the space

Where can i sit? Where can i talk?

Grey edged Scum flecked Love wrecked

History of piss blink missed

Everything lives And everyone grows

In the local void

Ignore ignore Invisible door

You walk right through

Hand in hand Shoe stare

The name is the clue

The noises above Roll overhead

Primed fabric Flickered interest

Cowgate digest Love lives

Always below Both bridges

Over the local void

Three old men

Clapping a dog

They're becoming

More and more quiet

To feel like i just got home

Stand up straight with your shoulders back

The moment it all went wrong

You've broken apart

Everything you love

But the parts aren't small enough

They're on your hands

And they've fallen through

Is this what you need to demonstrate you?

It's gravel now

It's a dust filled room

Knowing all the detail I haven't got a clue

I don't believe in gathering the scraps

Assembling a mimic without love in it