STATION

A florescent source
Dusts the Dark

DESIST!

To show me my
Coffee. Vital brew.

Askew, the cream
And sugar too

Where's that cat at?
Bring my bat back.

And heard the liquid fall.

That Great Grey Rain
Raped plaster halls
Full tilt,

Pall Mall
Debris drifting eyes
All over

That facade
Of falsehood,

Ragged construction
A righteous Induction
Is mine:

That as it crumbles,
So do I.