Here Before the Banks Are Open
Atmosphere is brisk but the lights are definitely on
Waiting, swamped; everyone else seems to be doing the same thing -
Am I not seeing something?
There’s always sound but be careful how it changes
Keep it clean, but poison it how you please
Why not make it happen? Get you hands filthy with it
Grab a slice of unreality and stick it to your wall for ninety minutes
There is so much to comment on
The text may be one thing; what comes from it is something else.
