Winter and Christmas is near---And the drowned woman of the sky or---the plastic card's on the shops machines...

Mad shopping...

Woven butterfly,
garment hung from the sky,
drowned in the sky,
derived amid squalls and rains,
alone,
alone,
compact,
with clothes and tresses torn to shreds
and centres corroded by the air.
Plastic cards destroyed in the
shops bank terminals.
DISASTER'S ... 

Motionless, if you withstand
the raucous needle of Christmas shopping,
the river of angry women d, float down
the shopping gate,.
shadow's 
shadow's
money
money
plastic money.
I stop and suffer
when like a slow and cold-filled sound
you spread your glow beaten by the river
of shopping madness.
Christmas is only a few weeks to come.
Money,
Money,
I have no money...