Curse and Carrying

Famous lines "torn asunder"
ring faithfully, a little
jelly belly bell, being
blown in the wind, limbs
rattled, shook-up for mealtime.
Cane sugar daddies marching
Gestapo, uniforms gold-composed,
starch being hit by wind like
bricks or turned faces.

Coin Laundry as cop-car site,
hidden ventures and working
headlights. Wrap your eyes
with a towel and tighten belt.
Spread cheeks wide and bounce
up and down, drunk, small.

Street signs have been changed
further down, where stars
hang like cheap glue tricks;
two men stare up but cannot
get past the helicopters,
searchlights shattering peace
of dark like moon's hollow grin.

There is no hope run away.
Be bashful, read Allende in Spanish.