Precluded labours mock
The discontinuity of twisted spines.
Sweat trickles profligately
Spikes metal bars brackish
In a cactus motherland.
Canine wails make the airborne cringe
Contained within their weatherproof effervesces
Aseptic, dreaming of flowers in wine
Existent man smiles.
Imaginary man cries
Below a hoarding advertising black soda
Above, the searing sun gleams perilously.
“The bungalow had green shutters”
Delirious old women dream
Dredging through the sewage of memory
Accumulated beneath plastic rooves
Perched on Mud Walls
Waiting for a deluge to swim away with.
Tomorrow persistently saunters in on the sin of time