Revolution The concrete block unit set Cold by design inside and out. Faded tunes. Credence reviving Fleetwood unmasking, The Stones, Mick’s strutting The Beatles just let me be, singing. Distant ambulance wailing, Sleeping sirens awakening. A stench or two of day old rubbish, Whisked all together with blood, Musk, spilt bourbon and diet coke. Iced … Continue reading Free Verse