stiletto crow - poetry show

Ingenious water-pumping systems

Yet-to-be-uncorked water prisoners
whose still patience registered on the ninth heroic scale,
worn by excuses, done to the shallowest degree of invitation, hide
muted screams.

Needles of ancient lore, loosely foundationed, the garage – its oily life.
A figure waited on the balcony, its shadow interrupting
the accumulation of the day’s themes.

From a near distant suburb comes a rumbling
as mules careen through streets of tomatoes on a long
silvery leash.

The next monent, the shower is on
and the bell-hop is gone.

Come a little closer and taste this pastry
with its big big flavours.