The Hum

26th July 2017 | POETRY

I watched you,
your flaccid mattress
funnelling the breeze

you stretched, and leapt and wept internally
while I ordered, deposited
and rounded that fleeting street

squinting: business men have business fights
and ministerial fist in glove, shakes
‘reform lemar’

your hand outstretches the barrier,
reaching for the hum, the buzz,
inutile

pools of sunlight illuminate,
fascinate, dance on the skin
most high

we drop our eyes and vacation backwards,
through sands of transaction,
you reprove and I feel nothing.