It was a late September evening when the sun came out after a 2 hour long shower. Cold water running through the streets drench my…
Another loveless year is past. I am growing old now. Twenty six, at some impressionable age long ago seemed way too old for anymore fun…
The phone rang. Papa was in his usual place in front of the telly, watching Call My Bluff, and muttering why Mummy wasn’t home yet….
Umbrellas and pity passed me by
as water from heaven
fell onto pop cans and whiskey bottles
thrown on the grass and sidewalk.
When the cascade was revealed
its babble was replaced by
the allegations of cotinga birds
and the pleas of tamarin monkeys.
you’ve fed yourself to River
gnawed everything you are not.
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