A scrape, a tear – and we are down again. Abandoned by the sky; corporeal once more. Taxi – slow – then line along a plane marooned on lanes of light blinking, Yellow. Blue. Yellow...
Comfortably Numb
There is no pain – you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon…
— Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd
Man on the Street
You can’t be a sociopath if you like ice cream.
But, of course!
In Memory of a Boy
I watch you kick an imaginary ball
Again and
Again
Long, under hot-headed halogens
And for a sudden
I am as you
Unfettered
Unencumbered
Free!
In all the moment
Where?
Watch her walk there – Black leather boots Heels smart on concrete Then quell, skewer the marshmallow Soft; willing white Center On the metallic pole But where joy? Where abandon? Where more...