The DNA Of Living Dust

 

the sun in frosty beams tastes itself as lemon ice
the river riddles harlequins sewing quilted ripples
the pavements kiss their shine on concrete soles
the fallen leaves grind to powder glinting life in cinnamon..

the zebra crossing cleverly camouflages itself from a drunk driver
so that he crashes into a belisha beacon
a shoplifter with his trousers half down all hipster u.s. prisoner
trips and successfully seduces a passing policewoman..

clearly not big on human rights
extraterrestrial lizards abduct a leather-clad pedestrian
then tag their elaborate circles in the corn
then zoom off to harass radar operators and cows near area 51..

the motorway ferries the fireflies the lacuna dots solitary
service stations feed long-life plastic plants half-life plastic sandwiches
a deep-fried lorry driver flips over a frazzled warm blancmange
plain-clothed cctv snack on vacuum-filled rolls mugging customers..

a sweet wrapper in a puddle circles its round earth
a fallen frying pan claps the head of a tired nurse
she gazes out shading the windowpane thinking of iceland
she still has ten minutes to buy frozen chips and ice cubes..

children marvel at angels painting sheep in the disguise of clouds
parents curse the tipping wishing wells blessing their washing
the restaurateur polishes and prays for smudges this evening
in famished dreamy couples plate-painting hope sweeps in..

the light seems elemental and the lime is so different for tourists
the mossy curves rising glint as honey glaze patina
sunset lines crack code on glass spiralling double-helix
the expiring leaves in lowered light pepper the rising dusk..