and the artist will thrive when the developer dies – John Glenn Doyle

Lately no matter

the age of bricks

left bare & barely left

from ruined neighbours

Aeresol faces have claimed them

as skulls.

Cement slabs snub

their shadows

cuckolding houses.

Celestial angel on the clay

watches the Cuckoo

drop skyscraper seeds

they’re pretty birds

they wobble as they fly.