The heaped hellfire on the street
slowly reaches for the pennon;
even today two protesters make love
and the man ejaculates Molotov cocktails
into the woman; she stretches, yawns;
if a cabal, future coup wades inside her womb
it shows no sign; the day scorches outside;
adrenaline wet pavements go nowhere everywhere;
sun licks a curb hit by a driverless car;
one perambulator bounds down the unfinished stairs.
The crackles in the street ignite every breath.
Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac's Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)
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