Pipe Dreams

…incongruous car alien shiny-red, carwash-clean not the usual sharp edges not stolen, like glances not abandoned, like puppies not torched, like memories not peeling, like marriage not rusting, like opportunity not dumped, like dreams not burnt out, well… his coat was left on a rock overlooking the industrial estate while drinkers and drivers leave the Rose and Crown past farms and blissful sheep his purple face his bloated tongue the hosepipe and the kitchen knife and the stomach wounds and the shiny-red, blood he stares like buzzards catching hot air from the engine as the coppers let the fumes out they joke about it concerned as cows “What a waste of leather seats, ha ha” before they drive home to tea with the wife “Good day luv’?” “Aye, usual.” from 'Urban Birdsong' 2010 http://amzn.to/rN5hBG