Diamond sparkling pavements
House sitter rocking chair open windowed
frame of reference
looking through curtains like parted hair –
sat in a house that has a sign that reads
“I do not have dog but I have a gun”
(and a drill and a black belt which is to big,
I have a screwdriver because the tablets have resulted in me losing weight
and I need to bore new holes )
In neon lights in the twilight of hubcaps and diamond and worthless buildings trashcans are the stars on the street
with a jackhammer staccato
I see wobbling flesh –
her arse is the moon –
– A taxi driver sits behind bullet proof plexi-glass and waits for a fare – the pavement has skin and it’s dirty and below the soul of your shoe – there – dirt is impacted – -see the sign and use your eyes –
– the end is nigh – but this has been echoed through out time
– but someone said it on the news today – so it must be true —
The noise is just what it is –
-noise – plain and simple – crescendos and cacophonies – detonations
discord –
car horns, the grind of metal busses – the fatigue of the city –
busses coaches rubber scratches macadam
the hum of electricity that surges down power lines
high above your head where dirty pigeons perch –
I want to buy a gun – l want to…
Lizards and chameleons creep in the shadows – there is a river that cuts through –
it gurgles
sloshes against the embankment –
gurgles like a drowning child –
a dead fish flapping– plastic bags – the stench –
– foam froths near eddies – like bath shampoo – shopping trolleys’ get everywhere
do they not?
