Ghost landed sand blown ridges
Far heavenly beams
Turbulent Quescalus dawn
Wreck riding ray tales
Sheltered beneath palapa
Warm rain evaporates
First glimpsed through snow clouds
Like old stained paper
Home from brilliance
Ghost landed sand blown ridges
Far heavenly beams
Turbulent Quescalus dawn
Wreck riding ray tales
Sheltered beneath palapa
Warm rain evaporates
First glimpsed through snow clouds
Like old stained paper
Home from brilliance
Street
Tank
Standing, like a red bus in the jungle.
Pedalling in anti-camouflage
light, through the grey
start to the day.
December rain, slowly drains
Drip splashing tread
Cold oiled head
Warmed by breath
Striking sheets of bright water
fighting
magnetic green
Darkness
Boxing puncher slowly
hugging soft toy grappling
silently, to sleep
Smooth.Click. Clap clap
Code
Jump, ex, from the quire
The seat of mercy,
a point of epiphany
the misericord
of a street fighting
man