dirty boots
and greasy hair
wave a cigarette
about in the swirling air

on the matress of weekend sheets
spilled cotton candy perfume
sin and collisions
smeared on the latex
on the varnish
on the tiles

a fan whirls
the sweet motor hum
stirring
long hairs
straying on the pillow
an arm draped
full of soft down
in the light
creeping through
the venetian

full lips parted
glistening in hot pink
and dark sky rimmed
dreamer blues

Crows... ancient tongue in his ear
as the dawn does break
A shadow against the purple sky
before the earth awakes

Mother earth holds his feet
Father Sun sends the wind
He feels the world enfold him
He loves his forest kin

Shadowed, dark-green woodlands
The waving, golden grains
All the beasts, that roam there
The forest and endless plains

A whispered prayer of thank you
for another day of joy
For the mountains and the water
and the life of an Indian boy

Palm oil daughters artisan tramped
plunge eels deeper cousins
the years fantasia in Chibok
contumacy needing child coot as you
hooks worm insalubrious
intangible leukocyte stiff stump oasis
nestle of grimace apt neither clove
tropical hearts beak peaks
tambourine elf's widget wand
to gravitational and scuffle
magi intern........................... love that is
inimical to young pubescent
divulge for mounted shrill incandescence ;
candle light she used reading
wax and glow for bed time prep

“What about a bit of fun, remember how, when we were young?”
“That was such a long, long time ago, things change”
“But I know it still makes sense, we’d be hidden by that fence!”
“Don’t be silly, dear, Now try to act your age.”

“You know I still find you so cool, so attractive; I’m a fool:
After all these years, how could I interest you?”
“That’s enough self-pity talk, let’s go out and have a walk.
We’ll catch the bus to Doonfoot, see what’s new.”