Poetry: polling day blues

Poetry: polling day blues


thursday in westminster
the city exhales
hot oven air
i am sitting on the roof terrace
of the houses of parli –
- politics and pop

the yawning sun
accompanies me
i am a sleepless victim
on an early early shift

listening to sgt peppers
                       lonely hearts
                              club band
reading martin crimps
                      attempts on
                                  her life


i am basking in these
polling day blues
where actualised realities
are fading

and all this disorganised democracy
dissolves into
a sea of melancholy
as droopy hipsters
who are too smart to vote
whinge as the homeland which birthed them
falls apart


by Riz Moritz
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