MNo2341BN12 landscape

On the way to a shop in Failsworth
Its signage told that it was an Extra
the light rain endeavoured to purify the roads
I intentionally ignored the presence of clouds
the more they stayed in my mind
Also, they sank into my stomach
They traversed through my capillaries 
Until they reached the ground

Asphalt was like crude oil
As I stepped, it rippled like crude oil
their waves were formed by
thousands of tiny sharp blackbird beaks
their desire was to gobble up
all of our attempts at happiness
they tried to lick them
and erase all joy from my limbic cortex

I almost felt a certain emotion
maybe a despondency
strolled around the shop
and glanced at a car park
tried to stroke their shadows
floating in the air
while nobody came to my mind
As a walking insect wished that
your fingers
would have been in my hand

I did not know where you were
weirdly, some people kindly nodded at me
causing tenderness in my heart
I was a little stone from the Moon
with a robot body under my skin
And when the shop assistant said goodbye
and smiled
I was happy for two minutes
as she blew away my concerns

The family houses cried on the Ashton Road
their small gardens, green parks,
filled with fuzzy dandelions,
happy violets,
and proud daffodils all soared into the air
they tried to make me happy without intention,
just gently,
as it came from their existence.

I was amazed by the frontgardenology 
tiny green threads bubbled around the houses
did not understand
how all status quotes
were replaced with newer status quotes
I have arrived at the shelter
when the time has not been obvious
the confident man walked against me
dancing steps
blurred and blurred and ahhs
I gazed at the ground,
the aroma of weeds coming from homes
and the scent of laundry services intermixed
smoothness has become faith
and the loneliness was replaced with abandonedness.