Broken Glass
the street at night
colourful as glass
shattered and scattered
on the asphalt in front
of a grey car-
park bottlebank,
as wild and as colourful
as wild-growing flowers,
as characterful also,
and also as bright. the cheer
of blue glass, and of green glass,
and clear glass.
how it catches the sunlight
on a hot afternoon.
I head up the quays
with my friends
and our bottles, all heads
sharp and cracking
like recycled glass
after hours of drinking
at my place. the world
pours its liquid
and fills us
and empties. it’s cold
here, though bright,
and smells strongly
of carparks.
DS Maolalai has been nominated nine times for Best of the Net and five times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden (Encircle Press, 2016) and Sad Havoc Among the Birds (Turas Press, 2019).
Twitter: @diarmo1990
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