quiet in the alcove captive breath
jacaranda patio mercifully free of Spanish guitar
this future is forbidden to you
dusk and we are secure enough
to become utterly defenceless
as bats replace the songbirds
sun takes a bow and disappears
behind the curtain.
quixotic conversation while lamplight draws the
moths in percussion of cloth wings against
the housing. this is the revenge of sweat shop
labour the world turned upside down.
food in a takeaway container. orange oil
upon the paper tablecloth.
industrial effluent dophin sees the funny side
our polemic in the perfumed night
butterscotch ice-cream and this is good coffee
hot and black and strong.