quitvision Poems, Writing

Six Storey

Gag on a pneumatic drill
The pavement regurgitates
Squares of digested concrete
The sound of illness all day
Makes me want to puke
My string cheese brainstem
Unplug the way an elbow
Of scaffolding might drop as I look up

And kill each migrain
As it kills me
A sudden windfall gifted
From a six storey fruit tree