This Is Lame, I Know


Everything is metal

Everything is

Heavy and

Dull and



Everything runs on tracks

Sparking smoking trains

Exploding chains


When I look at the sky

I see a great big gash

Where all the clouds look anxiously

I told them they might get sucked in

If they misbehaved


It keeps raining in my shoes

I will hang a Vorticist painting over the gash

And the clouds will stop crying