POEM: ‘Comes The Night’

POEM: ‘Comes The Night’

Rain beating down on the plastic roof
Aqua machine gun fire keeping me sentient.
I light a Lucky Strike
Wait for the sun to reclaim the sky
And tomorrow to become today.
Sudden thumping on the door
Familiar voice brings me round.
I open the door and Sammy The Chink steams in
Resplendent in a once virgin white suit
Now scarred with blood.
In a case like this I know what to do
I’m out of the door with not so much as a hello.
What you don’t know can’t get you murdered.
Rain extinguishes my cigarette
I huddle into the all nigh bar
Where whatever the time you’ll find
The characters from the dark side of the city.
Still, it’s a comforting crowd
I feel no fear as I swig my Jack
– It’s the Normals out there you should be scared of.
Old Roy plays The Stones
Singing along in the deepest voice.
Rachel looks up from behind the bar
A mixture of amusement and bemusement.
I turn back to the bar and see my glass is full.
Sammy The Clink resplendent in black.
We clink glasses and it’s down the hatch.
Another night in the city
Another adventure I’ll deny being part of.

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POEM: ‘City Lights’

POEM: ‘City Lights’

Sammy The Chink sharpens his knife in the alley
Someone’s gonna get cut tonight.
But it won’t be me.
Pacified on a Lucky Strike
I tour the ghetto,
An artist glancing at his own creative vomit.
Wave to Melanie
That’s pure suck ego, baby.
For twenty five dollars she’ll tell you you’re god
And you’ll believe it too
Hands like snakes
Mouth moving fast as silver becomes sliver.
She’ll turn up dead tomorrow
But tonight she’ll dance.
Boys on the corner play Jacks for crack.
‘It Takes A Nation Of Millions’ blasts loud
From a broken apartment window
Where Little Joe turns blue.
His final trip, straight to hell boy.
Someone pukes loudly
Adding more bilious colour to the city’s canvas.

Sammy The Chink sharpens his knife in the alley
Someone’s gonna get cut tonight.

POEM: ‘Tinysmall V – The Girl And The Groundhog’

POEM: ‘Tinysmall V – The Girl And The Groundhog’

Woke to my radio playing a song
Wasn’t ‘I Got You Babe’ was ‘I Get Along’.
Looked out the window, a cover of fog
The day to hit town and to see the groundhog!
I checked out how hard the cold wind was blowing
I’m only a light stick, excited, I’m going.
The wind was just fine for this little twig
I hit the highway, dancing a good jig.
Decided to stop off for a little drink
Gave me some time to relax and to think.
Sat down on a stool and wiggled my legs
With a packet of nuts and two nice pickled eggs.
Just then a girl walked in and sat next to me
“Hello, what’s your name?” she said happily.
“I’m Tinysmall”, I squeakily spoke
Wondering if this was some kind of a joke.
She was really a beauty, wore apples on her shirt
Looked like a burlesque Courtney and I was her Kurt.
She had she greatest smile and read all my fave books
Knew movies, quotes and CDs and I was soon hooked!
We talked for an hour, young log to young log
Then I asked her to come and check out the groundhog.
She picked up my hand and said we had time
For just one more tasty beer (with a big slice of lime).
We laughed and we danced and we quietly kissed
Tinysmall’s young life – never better than this.
So we check out the groundhog to see what he says
Seems winter is over, everyone hoorays.
I turn to the girl and ask her to dinner
She accepts with a smile and I feel like a winner.
I escort her home like a classical gent
And think that the dear girl must be heaven sent.
I hope it’s like the movie as into bed I leap
Excited but tired, I soon fall asleep.

Woke to my radio playing a song
Wasn’t ‘I Got You Babe’ was ‘I Get Along’.