Obscure baboon lutes a fine-tuned verb

In the Shadow of the City I fear I will see you not

 

Pain on the battlefield

A broadside of startling images

Drawing us line by line, precept upon precept

          into this place

In the shadow of the city a

Sigma male waits for his Bonny Lass

 

Hey Jude a choice of prayer you say

IN THE SHADOWS OF THE CITY WE COULD STILL BOTH BE

WAXING & WANING EARTH

 

Standing in the city’s shadow

digital adverts lighting the rain

scrolling for detox, through the adverts on his phone

 

The poets attraction to love was

hidden in broken words

and ends in a sonnet