Composing city

1
She wants a bay’bee.
Him not much more.
Tomato face
still squidgy
in places.
If I dared touch.

She says I gotta get her
a ticket.

2
A woman’s supersize buggy,
two hoodies
slouch towards.
One eyes its weight,
the two kids
leg-locked.
Feels a scout badge prick.
Wants to help,

doesn’t know how to
and his mate’s already up,
spitting grins.

3
Barely sat
and she’s troffing
down
a bag layered
with books and cakes.
A monster bakewell tart
meets its mincer;

I wonder if the books
go the same way.

Were train tables
see through
her legs would be
whorled round each other,
her left foot
plinthed on
its shoe.

4
When she looks up.
Looks direct at
my hungry pen.
Part-mended sadness,
reproach maybe,
girdles a loose face.

5
All eyes are a species
of interference.

Bear down.
Bear down, bear down.
Breathe.

Like those two planes,
death dealers
once,
they’ve laid here
in halls
loftier than houses.
Stuffed with
eyes

craving darkness?

Bear down.
Bear down, bear down,
bear down.
Breathe.

A struggle
this time to pull
the thorn out.
 
The lion
pads away.


kj22nov10