21.06.96

Penrhys

DIMMEST LIVING

Looking around I see little hope up here

as the daily hum of degraded life

stretches across its path.

Boarded up by rot of the air

that breathes the same lungs of its

inhabited existers in their jungle of

concrete mix and match.

A dump ground high above the

air of the lower valley of life,

but forgotten maybe until the next

turning point enters its showing.