Hot Italy
Jiva drove his bright blue Fiat Panda madly thru the narrow
streets
Bullets zinged off the concrete behind his nippy car
He raised a middle finger and glanced in the rear
mirror
The pursuing gun man was reloading his piece
With a grimace the shooter leaned out of the side
window
The Panda driver was ready and grinned
He reefed his car round a corner on two wheels
Three pistol shots went wide and hit bystanders
The tailing BMW was actually slower in town
Around the tight corners and alleyways
On the wide roads Jiva was a dead man
But Jiva was in charge and it showed
He plotted the route and avoided being hurt
Not a single 9mm slug had hit home
He’d just ripped off their drug deal and had their
cash
It was millions of Euros and used cash not dirty
In a further swerve Jiva shot down a one way street
Horns blared and oncoming cars just missed him
One hit the speeding BMW head on in a big clang!
One car ended up on its side and the other in s shop
front
Jiva shouted and pumped his fist in triumph
He was already on a biz jet to Antigua and freedom…
Down The Drains
There are underground people who live underground
Both below the surface of the earth
And also inside their own subcultures
They were in a world within a world
They set their own rules and standards
Outsiders were oblivious to this
And wouldn’t understand if they knew
No outsiders were allowed underground
Into the dark labyrinth of tunnels
Or into the secretive dark groups
It was underground and hidden
Simply not in sight or scrutiny by others
This was the best way for everyone
It kept the stupid public safe from harm
And the groups from being observed
The underground double world
It’s so near yet so very remote
Junker Man
This guy was a German national and part Greek and Turk
His mother was from Athens and his father from
Constantinople
He’d been born in Germany and was proud of that
He ran a kebab shop and sold the best kababs in Berlin
All types from mixed meat to vegan to fruit
His cooking style was his own as were the sauces
German Greek and Turkish meals were combined
The recipes were in his head and in a big safe
His workers were proud and hard working like the boss
Who demanded total loyalty and dedication
They had a job for life and none ever left except in
death
I’m off to Berlin for a one off special kebab and side
dish
Come and join me for this luxurious meal and
experience
One of life’s special one off stomached once
release late 2020/early
21
MAJOR INSOMNIA
CORPORAL SLEEP
Nick Armbrister and other writers
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