Surveillance

The streets are lined with pizza boxes
Card                                      boredom
Tin   can   soldiers        stranded
No        mans           land
Golden  paving     slabs       dissolving
To yellow
brick
roads
(It’s the acid rain that does that)

Follow the
Follow the
crumbs in between the

Don’t step on the cracks

That’s seven years bad luck
Knock glasses
Meet eyes
Sink your
battleship
They’ve got your number
The cameras              you   see
Babies dressed as cameras
Like
Stepford
wives

Making me paranoid.

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