(takes place at the general enquiry desk of the bus-stop)
heron: you wouldn’t get away with it then
when community was a slug’s crop-circle
& the silver-foamed saliva of a copper in your ear
leather: they can do what they want on the streets of india
cultures of dud cities & relationships
pens with no insides
heron: today has been beautiful but tomorrow will be beautifuller
scooped-out pink on a perfect blue
rome will flick on in their minds like the moving brick of a lizard