flowers tied to a lamp post celebrating those

dead kids you still hear playing long into the night

dog head poking out the window licking the wind

dribbling

on the pizza delivery man below

who’s bringing me my meat feast and garlic bread with outstretched arms

and a single clenched fist which he shakes at the dog

who doesn’t quite understand what he’s done wrong

bridges over roads

blowing grass in the wind

nature as a witness

nature as a waitress

giving you what you want

and a little bit more

like a woman showing you some leg

and a bit of breast because breast is best, boy

grey skies today

yesterday it was neon

tomorrow will be the same either way

fading posters advertising sales for boarded up stores

stores that once held life but are now just full of those ghosts

we’d rather not think of

because this is life

and life has passed

we have passed

and yet all outlines remain

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

A Journal for Damned Lovers US

Anthology UK / Anthology US