| Everyday looks murkier slower perhaps the traffic is sparse and orderly the pavements are as logical as maps.It’s sunny and cold and each face a lottery more like marble than limestone ancient pale and bright facing obscurity. Each a silhouette aimless and alone Life is easy, dead, grey, maybe Feel it in the air the oncoming debt Even home is diminished in a way The day returns shorter than before I acknowledge the day and go inside, |
| Poems published in Magma, theNorth, Southbank Poetry. Lives in Blackpool. |