Hummingbirds and Cold Water

Mr Simon Lane

Wears a lopsided smile 

Pot belly hidden

Under collared shirt and necktie

After supper- he sits on the white

Clean porch, stunning view of the elder trees

Roots shrivelling, raisin-like and the plumpness of a peach,

He lets the smoke of his cigar curl at his lips

And trickle down his neck, staining the white collar

Ash grey

He remembers the memory-

Of the schoolyard caucus

Of the extortion of his shrink, vulgar peers 

All bare-foot and nervous disposition

Eroding into speckles of grey and silence

He smiles at his opulence, at his saturated lifestyle

Which his schoolyard peers had all yearned

Thirsty eyed and crackled lips

He removes from his blazer pocket

A green roll of wealth

And with his cigar, sets it to light

Until the cash frays grey

Grey like the smoke

Author's Note

This is an old piece of work.

Reviews

[Solar]

Captures the corupt - its corpulent contempt .