Thug Life

Three of the shiftier
corporeal spirits
steal a moment
at a parking lot’s edge.
Busted bedsprings
bramble up to asphalt there,
and shoots of sprung green
glow like a whole winter
of scrimped colour put away
for savouring.
Three deer feast like kings.

Gate-crasher footsteps,
an iPhone and swagger,
send sharp ears back,
show whites of eyes
and calculation. Is there time?
The elegant ungulates
meet Eminem, and take
another bite. Now
will the real Slim Shady
please stand up?

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