A day like today

We still make stories like candy floss
Layer over layer
Trying to secrete the layer beneath.
A day like today remained unthought-of.
A day when I call your brother
For your home number
And you ask me my name.
Every image around you
Is a picture framed
Telling our story.
I state the case
Not exaggerate.
I come to take my cycle home
It’s chained to your gate
Rusted and lifeless.
I ask for the key
To the trapped being.
Trapped by three long bamboos
The three of wands.
He moves the bamboos,
Chips of your home fall to grey
Making a hole in your wall
The pigeon egg that lay
In the basket of my cycle
Was wet and unborn.