Poetry

A double helix 
uncoils. There was a 
beheading in Saudi. 
 
You ask for the 
ecstasy in spaceship 
singing the oddity. 
 
It was in the proximity 
of a brick kiln, that you 
wanted to take a sunbath. 
 
It was not private, not 
intimate. You had spread 
the profanities in bazaar. 
 
How many shots, would 
you collect from the, 
sinned city of big names?