Prompt: Go for a walk, write what you see
Sweep/Wash/Sweep/Repeat
Despite the dusty feet
Despite the feet I can’t keep clean
Despite the shoes I cannot wear
Despite the half sense I make of every sentence
Despite it all
We suit each other
This Mexico and I
Each gaffa taped together
Struggling to force ourselves
one beat in front of the other
an ebb, a stumble,
over the cragged street,
Ankles at an angle,
Gripping for balance.
Dust in the mouth
Eyes stung like first heartbreak tears,
Embarrassed.
The garbled tongue
Seeping in from every pore
An assault
Jabbers in the ears
Burns and swarms
No wide boy swagger
No labelled layers
but a day exploding
regardless
A pop of fireworks,
early morning to rival the rooster
The sun makes a mockery
of freckled skin and bone
Small doorway shops,
collections wedged in
and fighting for breath
The smells of a hundred and one fire pits
weaping in the sunlight.
A roof dog barks viciously,
Threatens rabies,
No one minds.