it’s
freezing
and
the city is on strike
the
mark on my chest
is knife-cut white
and i don’t
know where to go
when it’s
this late at night
but there are smiles
coming to me from out side
clouds and rainwater
from a thousand miles
of
ocean crossing
crashing in style
and leaving just in time
to avoid ‘rights’ and ‘wrongs’
and bad techno songs
that
make you move your feet
but don’t do a thing about the
people
in the street
it’s
not all
entertainment
anymore
the time has come
again
to
batten the doors
take to the outside
reclaim it
for weirdos
who
know how to love
and let
love
let it go
turn it
out to the streets
of the biggest town you’ve seen
because a smile
for the world
is worth more
than
any queen’s shilling
than
anything
