After the ball bounce
Ricochets back between eyes
Reeling in the ears
Stumbling, rumbling, thundering
Tenements lack confidence
Disorientated
Blitzed, razed,
Untenable
Ruins
Sigh out Loud
The urge to destroy is a
Creative Fiction
Born of turbulence
&
Friction
Dereliction of solemn
Duty.
Developers pursuing
Booty
#1
What kind of fuel are you?
Wind, she replied,
What about you?
Paper
#2
When do they beguine
The beguine?
After the
…
#3
The night had
A thousand
Eyes
Ouch!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine
#4
Nights in White Satin:
Freezin’
#5
Young and green
Only seventeen
okra
#6
Who let the dogs out?
Who let them
in?
#7
And now
The end
Is
Here