Half and Half
I smell the tar burning in the heat-wave
The cigarette almost lit itself
Spontaneous combustion pirouetting
Into stacks of smoke, rising steam
From the pavement like breath in winter
Travelling with half a name, on the road again
The crowds of people like flocking birds
Almost devil-red in colour
Meaningless mumbles, an applause of tongues
Forming like sheep into lines and rows
A fully formed dance troupe, they never learned
Showing half my passport to the hostesses like escorts
Foreign rhymes which they think I don’t understand
The cigarette writhing in the cold
Slowly turning into vapour, an eruption of clouds
Looking like bundles, the way the people dress here
Asking with gagged mouths for half my name
Half my nationality for where half my loyalty lies
If only half and half could make a whole
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