Even your boy street sweeper who writes you by a pet name
on a secluded corner with his warm piss and, believe me,
love smells like an empty bladder
has no inkling why you appear no more in your corroded balcony,
cannot imagine you on the same plane with a melancholic eagle.
In the pane of an airplane
sun bursts mushrooms, implodes in orange bloom clouds.
You fear for a moment-
You are a land and the man
who promised you steady earnings in the middle east
will colonize your territories soon.
Somewhere below and behind
the sweeper boy imagines you in a well thumbed magazine
and then not there,
not in the things he can touch or experience.
Illustration Nick Victor
Edited the online magazine ‘Words Surfacing’.
Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio), “A Place For Your Ghost Animals” (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), “Understanding The Neighborhood” (BRP, Australia), “Scratches Within” (Barbara Maat, Florida), “Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems” (BRP, Australia) and “Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems” (Hawakal Publishers, India)
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