So green, I watch.

So green, I watch. Such anger.
The Pushing of trolleys.
Get out and f*cking walk.
Such anger. Familiar.

So green, I watch and listen.
I'm then reminded of blitzing gentrification.
The moustachio magnate roams the square like an alpha alpaca guarding a plot.
In front the old dear's doing night fever - she drops her lot. Everything she's got.
He goes through her.
Like one of those sadistic f*ckers who speeds up as you cross

On over to where the half baked bastards bustle.
They enjoy the morning sun. Never worry on.
Never worry of spies so green.
Me? I watch.
I expect I've been caught by the captured to.

Worth Seeing

Runners. Colourful runners. Pixels on the promenade.
(
Each stiff hit for a different cause
)
Sleepers. Dishevelled sleepers. A washout on the promenade.
(
Each stiff hit for a different cause)
Purposeful questions proposed to the sea
...
How it can stomach every one for me
.
The angler employed the bottle green teen
.
I wonder how he will fare? His beginning.
All this worth seeing.