big town blues (xv)
monochrome and wasp

rings monochrome & wasp
leggings rise the soft cent metres

cent metres
some mals de nuit are daft

i presume the snakes
were a consequence
of a biological business meeting
interrupted
before memory began

& the walking me wasn’t me
from the yellow green
to the eyeless street & curb
in colour a small edge
a daily curb
awake

it was the powerlessness

this city
je ne sais quoi

the leggings
a perfectly normal young lady
a metre off





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