trying something new :)
The cobblestones that leaked hot, wet
down empty, narrow streets
Listen to the drum cry, for
baby beating rocks to fall.
Bang, Bang, Bang, sounds the shotgun,
twisting knife words into the air, like
bullets into kittens.
Meowing with eyes as cold and shiny as
Hard diamonds or beads of sweat, lying
motionless on the street.
Cobblestones bowed, their rough rock
heads aching to feel that foot upon them, to crush.
The drum cry danced as feet, weaving
toxic music into clean fresh fruit, turning
their stones to dust and drinking
their permeable skins sour.
In the iridescent street lamps gaze,
It lifted its angel head of hair, the
drum beat, saw a rock as a pearl upon
the earth and stared at it as it lay there.
It was not clean, but defiantly innocent
It reached as a baby's hand does
The drum beat cried and marched, towards
the lichen on which it rested, as a still and waiting dove.
Its jaw collapsed, when it tried to engulf
baby beating rock, fell in two.
The drum beat shot, bang, bang, bang
to make those who saw, fall.
As jewels do lie, as plastic lungs
on streets, lit with halogen halo's
The drum beat cries out in a incubus voice
lazy and beautiful, for us stones to join him.