Chewing On Shadows

as i have not trusted

i have not hoped

in the bleak alleyways

and the secondhand streets

where misery waits

and the turn of your hand

as i have no believed

so i have not seen

the uselessness

the pettiness

and in by the clouds are the sun and the stars

by the walls and the rain

i shall not come to you for tea

as you may come back home with me

not believing and not seeing the facts

yapping into our face

alternate fire

alternate smoke

i shall not wake

at seven or eight

as all the hours

are now too late

with the lead weights motionless

i spy with my little eye

you and i my love

you and i

with our backs to each other

chewing on shadows

dissecting the lights

that their brightness might be classified

and then immasculated

and finally killed