Midsummer walk

We walked attentively, slowly swaying, down the usual graffiti covered alleys, our constant background; coloured like sponge filled sea beds. The bottles and cans thrown together in boxes, carried with little ease, exchanging the duty as required. And our yells deafening, even upon the most learned ears, with insuperable lust, and in silent competition we swagger with hair and jackets. In this ignorant luxury, no theories cracked or shattered, and the claustrophobic cracked roof tops and bus stops could never pin us down; they just leave the answers to balance slightly, in this evening light.