The Male of the Species Is Far Deadlier than the Female

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

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