poems from MAJOR INSOMNIACORPORAL SLEEPNick Armbrister and other writers

release late 2020/early 21

MAJOR INSOMNIA

CORPORAL SLEEP

Nick Armbrister and other writers

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