There are leopards walking the streets
an old Stones song filters down from a window
not re-mastered but
being played on original vinyl
grapes cluster on vines that
spring from nowhere, cling to
brick, find cracks in concrete,
revel in stone
I watch a stray cat, whiskers taut as
guitar-strings shimmy her way through a narrow passageway
she knows the score, can
hum the tune
if it weren't for the neon total
darkness would claim us
a man who might be me
in a parallel reality, or (on
the other hand) might be
my alter ego gazes on
his beloved in a scarlet-lit
shop front
there is other light he would bathe her in
redemptive light, original light, light we
don' talk much about these days
a god who is stuck with
being half mortal, a
Media demigod whose blood
courses through tabloids, through
fish-and-chip newspapers
has died, is dead
is there at
the flick of a switch, push
of a button to
be resurrected.
YOU ARE READING
Zero Gravity
PoetryCollection of New Poems 2012/(2013) as well as published poems from as far back as the mid 1980s --published in poetry magazines and literary journals from as early as mid 1980s tgrough to 2011. Please visit my poetry blog at Wordpress. damian2649
