There's no befriending litterers

 The plastic eye dropper left his hand.
Twirled in the air and landed in the grass.
a relaxed hand extended for an introduction.
It was nervously refused.

Behind his face videogames were playing.
Final scores to games his team played.
Beyond that not a lot of content.
He couldn't even manage a smile.

He put out his joint on the park bench he sat upon.
Flecks and tiny embers, a dark carbon stain on the wood.
The overwhelming sense that the world wasn't his hit him.
That the world belonged to the rubbish collector.

Breaking morning's surface

 Dreamy blue
cold, direct, fresh and new
Saying day has started
Walk into me, color on art

Leave bed safe and sound
Scatter your cloud
peace is written
God smirks smitten

Conscious it's morning
Stretch and yawn
Pull daylight with care
Brace for the brisk air

Home invasion

 The intruders looked down from downstairs
Casually as if nothing was wrong
The sirens began to wail
But they didn't budge

I called them down
and the police arrived 
They were stacked awkwardly 
With a vagrant in the back

I waved them off
As they stared through the tinted windows
One of them raising his fist to extend the middle finger
The cruiser launched forward bumping their heads together

Private studio

 She kicks out in yoga
In an exclusive room. 
Windowed sliding door

She got a ride with the tandem car
In the backseat with me
Her studio was private

Her posture was her charm
She never really invited anyone in
The odd passerby would gawk

Not I
I said
Transfixed

Dog head

 Dog head dog head scream
Grab, howl OHHH bite bite grim wound
Rip bark rip bleeding
Howl drop to knees arm soaked

Bitemarks release pink indentations
And draw more blood still
The Dog head is growling
It jerks the neck and sinks in

A clock and a mouth

 It came bearing down
The feeling of dread
The inescapable feeling 
That there was no exit

I turned and hugged the shade
No point it comes inevitably
Rolling over the street
A car being pushed along

The Sound of gravel crushing under tyre
I'd like to be passed by unrecognized
But I feel observed
I attempt to cast a decoy

but I have no time or privacy
So it sees what I am and wants it
Pretending it has a destination
There's no destination just a clock

And a mouth

Troublemaker's grin

The mother let the daughter run to the front of the room.
She stuck her hands through the vacant desk to the mouse and computer.
Pulling cords and making sound effects as she did so.
Giggling turning and beaming a troublemakers grin.
The mother's exhausted face appealing to the girl, until the mother had to get out of the seat and pull her away from the desk. The girl shrieked unfazed by the mother's reprimand. She would go onto pull and push things around in the public office as the mother unsuccessfully attempted to solve her pending documentational crisis.
But appearances matter. It seems all you need today to own the world is a stamp and a signature.