Police Puddle
Petty thefts and leaking images
Wet crime and reflective authority
Jellied handcuffs and Lots of Money Gang
A vehicle like a rare insect
Blue and yellow means don’t eat me
I’m poisonous
A legal splat, or a lawful drip
Doing 90
Doing 90
Looking at the headlights
It’s like a passing-on of information
From an ever-expanding eye
It might stare back
Loud diesel haze and an artificial glare
That even cuts through the exhaust
Closing your second eyelid
You see you phosphenes
Keep them open
The headlights returned your gaze
I Prefer to Be Cold
Dust-clumsy
Bought and Sold
Brush-puppy
Turned blue-green mould
Slush-buddy
Dripping wet and soon to be told
Trust-honey
A holly leaf turned 18 years old
Rush-money
Staring hungrily, only to fold
Crush-bunny
I prefer to be cold
Ambulance
Flood me.
With the blue lights, thrown, by colossal sirens
Turning my blood blue.
Brushing the concrete of this swamp,
Flood me.
Quinn
Whisper grey smudges onto me and make me dusty
Dusty like the evening spirals on her mother’s T.V-lit carpet.
Tassels, toussles, a soft hurricane
Bruises left and replaced with denim.