It started with a wrestle
a trestle,
a boom,
one man’s bang.
A lie in the air, a truth somewhere in the gutter.
It began and it will end in the same place, same moment.
Is death always the same? Or does it possess its own variety?
What about the men who can’t live their lives on the stretch?
The demons lamping in the shade of a gigantic toilet bowl
looking for that righteous flash of flesh.
Dennis Leroy Kangalee 