Al in the backseat
making out with crack feet
whipsaw camouflage
horrible attack treat
boys to the serradnhe
alleyway serenade
in the memory
colonial scheherazade, hurl grenade
the lanes we rode
before we were born
filled with pus and crud
from lunches and afternoon affairs
lair of the wild ones who left to trawl
had us
our faces - our dreams
our aliens
our hopes that long ago and long from now
our consciousness will live

June 17 2020