hot tarmac_

under my feet yesterday's heat

up from the black tar street

I'm Alive is stereo thunder

Alexa alarm doing nothing

Popes Folly

strewn the black sewed cotton

are crumpled testament

tongue of fire Africa sent

neat fold on the bottom

church step

a white duvet another under the bench

fallen clouds the sky's hope absent

sometimes the sleep sees me through

sleep sometimes seizes me in dreams

sometimes the covers are dry and warm

covers sometimes strangle and deprive

what will see us through

eyes dry after empathy

has emptied the ducts

vision will be dirty

all churches are built on hurt

granite steps are pious smooth

and as hard as hell

the thought that so many white clouds

have been dropped like Manna of

somnus

is lie where there lie

clouds cannot be heavy nature's blessed

them with lightness of being

after a night's rain.

they suffocate

suck body heat

hurry the rush to the last alter

under the rainbow a rag drag weave

into ever summer the rain on leaves

heaves away a part of the sky

onto her toffee skin in sleep

as smooth as butter pat

around the eyes alcohol good buy

Ship street smells like shit street

dried piss and vomit kebab

and a rainbow somehow drab

the broken prism is complete

in dishevelment unmeant

when rainbows crash to dirt

flat sole in the flat heat of morning

something of yesterday in the warming

thin cylinder of smoke hunts a bit of sky

the conversation is after alcohol : dry

a bench struts and planks. youth grabs

rails as if he'd sail after his smoked tabs

next him. dealer, regalia, tailor of days

fills in the gaps with another to blaze

park gate swings in many black coats

I pass , his cough, out of my throat

Sun's out sun's out

plastic frog bed is dirty

buses fetch and drop

shoppers always thirsty

bargain buster Hawaiian shirt

strains the buttons once

a lamb

now mutton

hunch in black head Sith covers

hissing curses outside cash converters

empty blanket and plastic frog

body swapped for bursting purses

page by page cloud by cloud

breath by breath

look after look

not repose or affectation

perhaps to clean

fresh barbered

something about down and out in Paris

caste amongst the cast off

in his face feed me

in his place deserted he

in his hands press disgrace

walk by walk

talk by talk

name is no-name

blame is our blame

another page of the red top turns

he burns

rest breathe swallow empty

the sky has washed

the heat away