DAILY PLANET.

One shot of extra strong kick-starts something tall. A story,
a texture, a slow driving hood in a tiny black car fishing for
cracks in the armour. All the suspects leave in threes, clutching
hope & heat in calloused hands like relay runners. Look both ways
before leaving the building. Remain discrete.
Lycra moms talk to their hands ignoring baby. Baby wants Mamma,
Mamma’s gone virtual/viral again, what planet are you on?

(K)