06-21-2017, 02:36 AM
What a hole.
You slump against the stall while
mopeds with sweaty pipes for seats flit by.
Tires squawk to ravish your ears,
noises twirl to sicken your eyes,
ever-rising through the hot
gas
of the asphalt.
A groan of agitation
yanks
you on. Abandoning
the stall's delights,
tapping your holster stuffed with sanitiser,
you skirt round beggar boys,
insulted.
Your thoughts fixate on what it all
ought
to be,
and you welcome the embarrassment,
tied to your coccyx
like a sack of spuds.
It won't move in a hurry,
because you were made by
better,
by clear complexions
and the dainty chink of glass.
This place holds no seat
in your repertoire of Emirates ventures.
But then it catches,
like a toenail in cotton.
A mongrel,
dirty and doe-eyed,
hobbles
into the road,
right into the purview of a
thoughtless, steel fender.
The driver screams,
but no-one looks away,
and you
watch
you watch,
and won't avert your eyes
for any other sight
in your
better,
cleaner world.
You slump against the stall while
mopeds with sweaty pipes for seats flit by.
Tires squawk to ravish your ears,
noises twirl to sicken your eyes,
ever-rising through the hot
gas
of the asphalt.
A groan of agitation
yanks
you on. Abandoning
the stall's delights,
tapping your holster stuffed with sanitiser,
you skirt round beggar boys,
insulted.
Your thoughts fixate on what it all
ought
to be,
and you welcome the embarrassment,
tied to your coccyx
like a sack of spuds.
It won't move in a hurry,
because you were made by
better,
by clear complexions
and the dainty chink of glass.
This place holds no seat
in your repertoire of Emirates ventures.
But then it catches,
like a toenail in cotton.
A mongrel,
dirty and doe-eyed,
hobbles
into the road,
right into the purview of a
thoughtless, steel fender.
The driver screams,
but no-one looks away,
and you
watch
you watch,
and won't avert your eyes
for any other sight
in your
better,
cleaner world.