Frail factory legs of a town

 Back to the street

failed Brent still kicking around
His father dwarved but still alive
Using his arms as legs
And red face to communicate

No big hedges anymore
Open driveways
Just waiting for curious locals
their skeletons ready to hug you

The factory has an emotional mother
Decaying kelp
and a lost brother somewhere in the backroom checking his interests

A ghost factory infact
tears and wails as embraces are enclosed between mother and son
The small village shape shifts
As old characters disappear and new ones take their place

No place at all

Old Brent responsible for all those little tasks
The once integral life broken splintered
like one beautiful shin bone
Split and then fucking shattered

narrow roads and local gossip
phone lines empty
Everything in waves now
Transmitters interrupt your feelings

The old white bearded basketcase
lumbers somewhere near Te moana road
lifeless inside, ashamed
broken yet struggling to pass dawn into one new day

The human squiggles we are
The randomness of our perceptions and desires
Our propensity to get lost in ourselves

taste the flavors of delusion
And be given a taste of high scoville insanity

Coffee and cloud and the urgent jingle of the news channel chiming
what relevant novelty popped your attention
distracted you and created one of those driveways

So you can lean on a well built fence and spit about the current affairs
The useless redundant issues that bounce in and out
of euphorian journalists

Like throwing small aquariums across a factory
Old Brent will catch them
And echo some recent rhetoric

Luke warm stale watered down coffee
sweetened by milk and a lost dirty bottle of sweetener
that fell down the back of an old bench

Brent found it, handy that
His soul an abomination
The old factory hand abandoned

As if he traded place with the sweetener
like some overgrown recluse insect
Longing to change its inner skin
as the town outside him does painfully every year 

Misunderstood you ask
Both the town and it´s legs no doubt
But where does ignorance cut into raw sin