Don't read George Sheehan while on a bus

 So empty i could jump off a building and float all the way down like a feather

So unremarkable,  unworthy, and unknown, like the thousandth layer of grime out of a million, on the wall of a government building ...

The priveleged ,get to do work; the masses have to work to get to do work 

Evil is energy indifferent to you

It mushrooms all over the place 

glass and concrete and steel

And in this desert of civilisation

Grains of sand of rationality 

A tendril of life