Poems around events and the news.

A RECORD

Dream a dry gloom from the city-

grass dust frying pan pavements.

Hide in hot rooms behind backlit blinds.

Retrieved from lesser desiccated summers, the fan

spins a hanging hover-fly whirr to the blowtorch afternoon.

Baked into submission evening refuses to cool.

Sticky bar tops trap deluded bar flies

summertime city echoes yesterday's tanned worshippers

in the holidays we willed and prayed for.

A record for Zoroaster

bitter orange temple fire flares

the faithful

 wilt and melt

fresh from the flames lizard blinks where the blackbird sang.