I Am Disappointed
I am disappointed by the radicals
The lazy poets anointed with the friction of conveyor belts
Left mangled and turning colours with rotted bacon
I am disappointed in the dive bar I found one night in London
And finally cornered in Berlin
There was a TV on the wall
24 is just about the right age to ask
Is this it ?
As I fill my ears with newspaper
The screaming body, silenced
The aching balls, relieved
The angry streets, cracking a smile
There is no union between fag ash and the heavens
There is no immortality in art
There are lifts and locking mechanisms
There are enough idiots to fuel the endless wars.
But still it is hard to hold a grudge
It is hard to buy good drugs without bad philosophy
It is hard to ignore the fact
There are many shades of repetition
Within the anatomy of these cities with no walls.