just another day in this moulding city
sitting between aseptic blue
row on row of the naked tube tattooed infamous for the day headlines say
naked me they could see but I dreamed my limbs dressed and pure
robed in gold sturdy my chest embraced my dignity best
Warrior-old famous down to the soul I waged a regal war
free to do as I ruled among metal city where my feet are dignified with dirt
and heroes shit
he left at siesta time
when the air puffs clouds of steam
the city floats and
dead flowers dream
astonished insects bang around and
no one sees nobody
sins are dormant.
His mouth full of words
he left the bed
unmade pillows, repentance ruffled, dragging a duffle bag
back leaving a grubby trail.
Crumpled brown bags. Cigarette packs blown in. Street Lamp corner. Jazz monologue. White drizzled black. Heels soundtrack. Moist fog-rain. Debris swiped again. Flaked marble. Sinking grey. Doorknob. Curtain twitch. Heap pushed against a wall. Torn silver dribbling blood.