The Strange Fruit Of The Estate

Hung.
On And Under A White Light.
The Plastic Of The Orange Cover Was In Pieces By The Verge.

One Black Trainer
Stood Sole Upon The Ground.
A Tree Lay Bare Off To The Side And Closer To The Ground.

A Drunken Man
In A Tailored Waistcoat Seen Him First.
The Drunken Man Patted For A Misplaced Cell And Walked Off.

Two Schoolboys
Of A Shared Age Stared A Number Of Minutes  
Then Rocked The Streetlight Before Leaving With A Trainer .

The Other Black Trainer
Unlaced But Feet Had Swollen With Unpumped Blood
One Schoolboy Was Black And His Parents Had A Book With This Picture.

The Station Chief
Used Nail Scissors To Cut Cable Ties
And Let The Tangled Cords Of Electrics Remain For Days

The Detective
Noticed The Numbers 'Six' And Then 'Seven' And...
Nobody Knew What Came After That, All Written In Chalk.

The Drunken Man
Sobered Weeks Later, Returned As Reported
And On Hands And Knees Ran His Fingers Through The Grass.

Two Oranges Pieces
Of Plastic Were Picked Up And He Placed One In Each Eye.
He Looked Up To The Streetlight And Was Hit With A Black Trainer In The Face.

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I Named Canopus Before You

Mistook Sirius,
In The Way Of The Night
It's What We Look At
When We Look Up

Tethered
In Our Movements
We Know These Not The Motions
Of Ordinary Love

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