Richard rolls
his rizla
carefully around the cut price duty free 50 gram
pouch
of Golden Virginia
£4.20 from his man he says
I ask about his Mrs
a sigh as he sinks
into the old
brickwork beneath the dying
hanging baskets
bone
cancer chemo blood
in her urine
"Marconi Rapier missiles"
falls from his
lips
in a rhythmic haze
a glimpse
of what he was
before
1 comment:
whew...nice write...life happens and changes pretty quick...what he was before is an evocative line...
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