PREVIOUS TENANTS
A City
A City
lies on natural space,
Above
dark earth and brittle fossils.
Healthy
trees in the wild somewhere,
Setting
seed, growing, spreading -
Roots
groping under chain link,
Sucking
up diesel slicks.
Who
placed this shit here?
Light
trapped in glass orbs,
Washes
out the upper blue,
Of
nights dark glassy expanse.
Snow
spot gum wads on walkways,
Soldered
by sugary sputum.
Want to
play a game?
Dog
turd hop scotch...
Respiration
is on the up,
Bonds
in CO are ever more costly,
Cashed
out and sleepy,
Language
is done.
Tear
back the jaundiced skin,
Feel
the freshening sense....
As it
harries a stale age,
Through
the wind ways
And
Grey
Ravines
A
City...