1984

All ediface and jet,
the architect's regret.
Oh but they're all dead
like oh so many men
as smart as them.

"Your papers and your cause!"
Too dark to be outdoors.
Big dogs with clay for brains,
police with silver chains
and tiny dicks.

Though love is banned,
I felt it burn my eyes
when I saw her,
and willed her eyes to me.
And over waste,
and rubble of the state,
I hide at home and wait
with passion for a ghost
and memories of life
in old democracy.

A spirit for the chest.
The doctor does his best
like old collegues long forgot
for puppets made of meat
that visit him.

The flickering of light.
The bombers bomb at night,
over council flats and kids
who play with bamboo sticks
and dustbin lids.

Though love is banned,
I felt it burn my eyes
when I saw her,
and willed her eyes to me.
And over waste,
and rubble of the state,
I hide at home and wait
with passion for a ghost
and memories of life
in old democracy.