The boats are all moored.
The pubs are all shut.
The lights are all off.
And it is all night.
And the shops do not open.
They do not sell stuff.
That light in the curtain.
It's barely a bluff.
the streets are deserted
your god is a joke
your bike has flat tyres
and sorry you spoke
black rainbow
hangs by a nothing moon
folds in eternal night
falls in on itself
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