Travels + Sanitiser

[Tiger the Lion]

Hey Joe, where you going with that sanitiser in your hand? I quite enjoyed this. Some thoughts below.

What a hole. 

You slump against the stall while
mopeds with sweaty pipes for seats flit by. 
Tires squawk to ravish your ears, I was a little disappointed with the verb choices of 'squawk' and 'ravish' after the language in the first 2 lines. - Not as fresh.
noises twirl to sicken your eyes, the abstraction here slowed my reading
ever-rising through the hot 
gas
of the asphalt. 

A groan of agitation
yanks 
you on. Abandoning
the stall's delights, I think this comma should be replaced with "and" before "tapping". I only mention it because the piece is punctuated better than most.
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, For my taste, I would love a full stop after "hurry" and starting with "You were..." in the next strophe. Your poem. 

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. Wonderful!

A mongrel, 
dirty and doe-eyed, 
hobbles 
into the road,
right into the purview of a 
thoughtless, steel fender. The comma slows down the ending. (and the fender) Consider striking "steel"  - or not.

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.

Thanks for posting Joe. I enjoyed the read.
Paul