Just a piece of fruit

 The rainbow colored overgrown mangoes
Hanging off those trees like babies off tits
So colorful in the balmy air above the swimming pool
sunny waves of light reflecting off the surface
Onto faces and mouths smiling

The Flat wide tropical grass telling me money
The grin from my old dead friend
For this land was his, this franjapani scent over the parks
The abanoned streets being developed for highrise apartments

Those overgrown mangoes my friend
If That isn´t  a gift from god
How does it just keep giving after your suicide
A brother gone, the south of the city less important

Those grunge songs still playing out of those phantom speakers
The kids renewed and our naiivety too
shutting the cage that looks like heaven
The tropical void some of you suffocated
Illusions lke graffiti gobbling up all city walls

Swimming pool focus
Those new shoes and that jewelry
Not a mango
Somewhere dry and hollow from the torrential rain
Somewhere flavor has cost