Helicopters in Nantes
Cape Town microclimates
violent real estate in Big Apples the world over
Afghan by night he wanders
from one gentrified neighbourhood to slums
crime with a view
he talks about eternal objects of desire
he steals, scrounges, prostitutes self and others
to be talked about
to be successful.
It’s the hommes who are fatales.
He cannot move beyond his appointed place
his background checks
respect the rules of the universe you are in
don’t test the elasticity of frontiers
this is his kryptonite
or your turn of the dime
when we lunge at monsters we will find
not many imaginary ones among them.
our lives all repetition
ritual
transcription of past conversations
verbatim
what a piddling bore
Linked to dVerse Poets Pub and their fortnightly Open Link Night.
