Smart street lock
Stopped out from
Passers by who may
Or may not pace off
With an arm full
Of pulsing lung
Chasing every beat
Round the ribs
To neat blood
Sweat through
Polyester mix.
Park trees trim
With silk flame,
Waving to
Black eyed shops
While skipping,
Nomads bleat
For snacks and
Chew through wire,
Shit and eat
The last soft
Blades of grass.
Homeless in New York
2:10 was late but
He waited, knowing
I’d said ‘If I don’t show,
Consider me dead’.
In a bistro we
Drank wine next tabled
To secure couples,
Tangible assets
Hanging from cool ears
He misfortunes told,
His grandness thinned to
A grey T with black
Cotton rough-rimmed to
His dry throat and wrists.
Fading from his eyes
Down; stolen, buried
And forgotten, left
Drop bruise scratched, kicked up
By a fox or wolf .
I finished quickly,
He sipped his slowly,
Kept it real, fitting
Calm along lines of
A life that is thin ruled.
Being Every Day 