Footsteps, footsteps, footsteps....
Purged by stealth from the myopic and the morose
Now it was time to steal them back
He drew his gun on the passers by
Knowing that a konsequence is only
The aftermath of the action that proceeds
There was no visualisation of an aftermath
Yet to burn that journey into the soul
Like the jump off a kliff
Horizontally hiking into space
(briefly)
Then express to the basement
Clunk!!!
That’s where he wanted to go
Nice pain, good pain
Pain make me feel all better
November 1995
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