Saturday, 30 May 2015

28. Hooplah

She steps through the portal
into a mutiny of neon hooplah

Across the street a man
eats an ice cream aggressively

Traffic lights look like penguins
Chocolate crackles and pops

On the other side houseplants
swallow everything they can get

The sky is tangfastic &
buttercups & strawberry laces

Your tongue is wet rum
and mint leaves in my throat

I’ll meet you there in a hour
with a bucket to catch the drips

Let’s lie on the pavement
staring up, mouths open wide

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