haiku with a view

Undesirable
World view marred by homeless truth:
Close your eyes and lie.

Statistic snakes back.
Don’t poverty bite the brakes
And puncture the bags?

disco

They picked up the shiny pieces of their lives

that put sparkles in their eyes

and threw them all together

inside

memories spun round the room

little lights of childhood

lies and disappointments

from a thousand mirrors

bounced off sequins

and black patent leather

and finally landed

dead in other people’s eyes

glamorised.