Posted on Saturday, January 15, 2011
such a shame
these watery graves
the ones that get saved
never feel the same
rivers swell
gutters thirsty as hell
and i watch people scramble
within an inch of their lives
possessions swallowed by a monster tide
the news coverage is wet and long
and i sit on my couch thirsty
in front of my fan
willing the rain to stop
so i can get back my tan
i heard the water sucked them down
spat them out thirty miles down the track
but no one can recognise them
they look different
their colour has leaked out
ribbons of hair
framing faces
i am not there
there is chaos on the TV screen
threats of disease
flowing down stream
i wonder what’s in the kitchen to eat
switch it off and get to my feet
don’t let the sadness in
crawl up inside my sheets
close my eyes
but as faithless said...
i can’t get no sleep
too much happening in between
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