White Pigeon Ice

Smell the rain
dull feeling is washed away

Smell the rain
look at me
I’m yours

Seven floors at top
up above
blocks and blocks
of dust filled
wet brick building
I see school
where young ones begin ‘the bad trip’
I see hotel in shower
thanks for poor coffee
and mediocrity of yesterday
I see wet railway
the soaking eye of the new world
I see old apartment
still haunted by fat cheek burglary
I see empty selfish balconies
reserved for
and only wasted by
management Gods
I see umbrellas
each one bouncing grey
I see bored pigeons
- don’t worry pigeons
you will fuck and eat and die too
- I’m sure you already know this
I see red spray painted line
on a shabby wall
the great expression of the infertile youth
I see banks, liars and hustlers
I see spit in faces
all serving shit filled baguettes
and we’re still hungry

I see hard hats and hospitals
police cars and retail heavens
I see foil and fag-butt
I see pipes and ladders
I see church domes
and gay sex homes
I see carpet and flowers
I see trees with no hope
I see all parts
of the whole

I smell the rain
dull feeling is washed away

Look at me
I’m yours