Niki Herd

The Brothers
 
 
 
 

Slow walk Through the city Bodies moving  Through air Like pendulums From left to right Left to right Big styled  Blue jeans hanging Near to knees As if to say Daddy, Daddy please. And as the yellow disc Of the sun sets To a bass beat I am reminded of old Old men Bodies arthritic Underneath clothes Who stand on corners Singing That last piece Of ass had Her name But are still tired Of this world.

  (c)Herd 2004