Night Out

The night holds weapons, battlements, arms
how fat it grows, full and strong, with the wooly
thickness of a coat, and the deepness of a well;
down, down, down we both go, holding hands
with exhales flaring up, hot flotsam on the sea.

A Hard Wednesday

I twist under the streetlight, tell the tales of dead bodies rising.
I kill under the streetlight, speak the tales that crush us.

Dying for endings, daring devils, trading
our cigarettes, our coats, our sex for a bite of real love.

Chronic Misunderstandings

Sushi misunderstandings,
Damnable doors that only swing one way,
Cold slabs of meat that hang in windows,
Cars and cars and cars and cars and
Cars that crash beneath my balcony, voices spark,
Howl and groan and cry to their dead parents,
Dead lovers, dead selves,

Streets of India

Skyscrapers glossy, the village dust

Hollow sounds of an empty stomach

Burgers, fried chickens, bellies to burst

Half naked juveniles, ill-fated luck

Mammoth cine hoardings standing tall

Sleeping beggar with a ragged bowl

Monies pouring in for a new mall

Pot holed roads, people crying foul