THE HEADY SMELL OF GLOSSY PLASTIC

was a flash of 

the essence of something

lasting as long as a spark would

ESP cologne  

barely nebulous  

in the living room air

& it was located

at my best guess

just east of the sofa

where the rug delineates

the international waters

of coffee table island

~

it delivered 

like scheduled mail

the heady smell of glossy plastic

of an action figures inky black legs 

& the sliver of sunlight 

silver white 

on a saturday morning staircase

& the momentary lightness 

of the absence of tension

like only a new toy could mask

FAR FROM THE GRABBING CROWD (SATURDAY NIGHT)

8 pm drive-thru

is

an

oasis in the industrial night

and

we’re queuing together for our supper

and

we make our noises

and

our sounds

and

they matter

and

are our song

and

this small car

we

bought together

plays

Radio 2 and Queen

and

drives us back home

to

stroke the old and dusty cat

who’s

tears have dried

into

crust on his nose

and

we

eat

our

fried chicken from its boxes

home

alone

on

the

sitting room rug

far

from

the grabbing crowd

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