Gloria Gloom

Like so many of you I’ve got my doubts about
How much to contribute to the already rich among us
How long can I pretend (that) music’s more relevant than
fighting for a socialist world
Someone watching us knows I’m bad
black palstic along blue black wall
Small square
For faces
Where dead men can look through
Run along and see the prison bath
Throw a stone across an empty road
You and your friend will be found
outside the daydream
I’ve woken up to watch you sleep