A Lull at Dusk

By a stinky creek bed the air is thickened with the spice of poverty

My thoughts are mashed by symbols clapping along the tracks

Highway smog peppers the sunset the same colour as my lungs

We know this sux but yeah

I ride on a cycle built for a child half my age and yell up at Kamal's balcony

He throws down a volley ball that he stole from school

There's no net just a low wire fence

It is what it is

We use our imagination until a truck passes by or a cargo train

A telcom tower from the Bicentenary is probably poisoning our veins

Baseem tags the wall with some undecipherable

When it gets dark most of us go home

Except for Ninma cause her mother isn't home from work yet

We worry about her