The teeth of a high-rise skyline
are sitting in front of cheekboned
hilltop background and behind
an eyes shut furniture shop foreground.
The sun is a red pressure circle
on an elbow that’s been resting on a knee
during an overly long sit down toilet stop.
The cars are feet looking for somewhere to go
on a road that is outstretched skin,
sometimes hot, sometimes cold,
sometimes desperate to be replaced.
© Carl Burkitt 2021