SEAGULLS DOING LINES OF COCAINE

barren like a scorching desert
little showed but the landscape
over the horizon was a flock of seagulls
they were feasting on chips from McDonalds
fat gulls unite in a diabetic orgy
a proximity of squawking noises
then came silence, an eery silence
yet the only listeners were still mumbling
famished and exhausted they staggered forth
their eyes locked onto the stunned seagull colony
squawking, squawking, a cacophony of sonic dissonance
stop
the colours of the sky
the misguided mass
the darkness in the light
obese seagulls
squawk, squawk, squawk like a neglected infant