burning car / city on fire

House sitter rocking chair an open window 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 leather and has holes made from a screwdriver

because the tablets have resulted in me losing weight and new holes needed to be bored
– in a neon light

reflected  in this twilight

hub caps shine diamond bright

and worthless buildings are simply trashcans

– the surfacenglitters, there are stars on this street

with a jackhammer staccato I see wobbling flesh – her arse is the moon –

– the pavement has skin and it’s dirty and below the soul of your shoe –
– the end is nigh – but this has been echoed through out time
– but someone said it on the news today – so it must be .

The noise is just what it is –
-noise – plain and simple – crescendos and cacophonies – detonations and discord – car horns, the grind of – brakes

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 – lizards creep in the shadows  –and  there is a river that cuts through – its gurgles sloshs against the embankment – -gurgles like a drowning child – dead fish – plastic bags – a stench –
– foam froths near eddies – like bath shampoo – shopping trolley plastic bags are everywhere.



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