Census perceived 45’degreed <br />Too much noise deafened <br />Darkness to takers un-dazzled <br />Close proximity view hindered <br />Obscurity unparallel-lied <br />They were not within our notice <br />Fire escape us or we them <br />Intangible sense of ‘let down your hair’ repulsion <br />Ugly classes decayed and saddened <br />Effect of the un-beauteous measured and clanned <br />Whilst the writing hand was unfamiliar <br />The tensions of stern conditions categorized <br />Faecal bodies in close proximity acquired <br />Method of ‘to whom the bell’ throes inadequate <br />“Work it out, work it out” close proximity lucrative <br />Embodiment of the immigrant soul scarred character <br />Philosophically impotent, reduced their individual strength, <br />“Don’t come to your census, ” and now that we mentioned, streets of scold are paved with compression, except by some analogous vigor, required occupation the Great War; to that they say, “k-k-k-krazy, ugly krazy, you’re the only w-w-w-war that we abhor; the s-s-s-sun never shines over the tenements, and we’ll all be cowering behind the k-k-k-kitchen door ... in close proximity as frightening as the war! ” <br /> <br />'2006'<br /><br />Robert Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/close-proximity/
