City

Slowly through this dream seaI will becomethe master of the broken vesseland seam each fragment...................................We’re earth worms in the hubris of this compost city rising blind each morning to notch a sickly sky, fumes of stale air clog late night lungs, we watch each other in carbon momonxided tunnels noting bruised blue of flesh beneath crumpled eyes ,flicker of a smile from a gentle word the night before. Each evening we scuttle like foxes to chosen lair, slightly insane like the woman next door who berates her three year old, leaves her screaming for hours in a padded room, won’t let her touch an animal for fear of infection and never feeds her meat in case her nappies smell. When I meet them on the street they are bounteous in pink, all Barbie dolled up in sociopathic style nothing askance just the black bruises beneath the eyes.…………………………………………………………………………………………I’m blind sifting through my nightly journeys where I carry a horses head wrapped in soft velvet, still alive ,beseeching me with it’s eyes to return it to it’s body. The body’s laid out on a slab devoid of fur just yellowed skin with the feet tied neatly at the fetlock . I carefully carry the head to body slot it in, wheel the monster away on a stretcher.………………………………………………………………………………………