Hide and Seek

Where are we?

What the hell is going on?

The dust has only just began to fall

Crop circles in the carpet

Sinking feeling

Spin me round again

and rub my eyes

this can't be happening

when busy streets

a mess with people who stop to hold

their heads heavy

Oily marks appear on walls

where pleasure moments hung

before the takeover

the sweeping insensitivity

of this still life

Hide and Seek

Trains and

sewing machings

blood and tears

they were here first

Oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung
before the takeover
the sweeping insensitivity
of this still life

Imogen Heap