one in two chance

yesterday before christ me

mao

in the year when life the turning

moon

and cramps became toxins creeping time's colour

two girls stood at a bus stop

avatars of all who thought them there

one planned the scene of a crime the other its synecdoche

neat girls ready to bin havoc police

our minds

and deja

vu you

an Xtreme scene

government loose around

their shoulders, super hero capes

or mini skirts

barely covering

their brief schemes the bus

pulled in

out popped a couple

of seventies only they

would have known how old they were

girls stepped right past them into the bus

crazy nervous by now definitely the first step

into the day

they would never forget

watch this stop

this entangled

dour duo

will return