Angel Walk
She was
hammered in Hammersmith
after drinking voddies with the squaddies
on the 3:15 from Slough
Then the cider saturated siren
head-butted a Western Union window
which never stood a chance
Bruises on the babe
Blood on the sun
She had
been to her man’s funeral that day
As he was sent to the firebox
she wondered
Would it be bad taste to ask
for the titanium plate from his skull
She wanted to use it for an ashtray
after all
that’s what it would be anyway
She has
eyes like black moons risen
and a voice like a codeine cocktail
You can hear it in the nether shadows
of West London pubs
replacing the ghosts of smoke filled rooms
with a smoke of her own
Heart rampaged, soul savaged
The cat walks on
Scurvy Bastard
7/3/09
As well as being the best man at my wedding way back in the early eighties (!) Scurvy is also the inspiration for 'Si the serial killer' in 'The Preacher'!Apart from this 'Exile' exclusive his latest poem 'Vespers' can be found here.
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