MIDNIGHT LANES

lighters changed hands

  with the theft as a game

kebab dregs spilled

  on the taxi rank concrete

cigarette smoke hung 

  in the bus stop rain

king skins folded

  into a marlboro soft pack

flat bottle nectar

  helped bogart the pain

& delirium shone
  on us / in jeans / back then

a sticky eighth tucked 

  in a rothschild pocket

electric moons lighting 

  our midnight lanes

  

NO PAWS OF GLASS

animals-
no possession perfection 
blameless in murder & theft

like the wood
like the stone

unselfconsciously 

brewing effervescence 

like a storm

solo tasking

with no paws of glass

no search & tap distraction
on
the
still & content lawns

deadleaf carpet today

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