Altered Natives

It was another city
Another man:
One who looked like a fake film star
In plastic jeans.


Seduction was not his forte.




It was another street
Another house:
One which had smelt of blood for years
Pig blood. Human, too.


Weddings do not look good in crematoriums.




It was another woman
Another night:
One which turned from magic to middle-class
In the blip of an SMS.


You should not have unclasped your belt for her.