He walked beside
me
A silent
presence
Out of step
His left to
my right
His breath percolated
steam
Wet roads
Shards of
fractured street light
Jaundiced yellow
in black puddles
Silence except
for footfall and the
Shhhhhing
of cars slipping by
The fag end
of pre-night
When sensible
people sleep
And
insensible wait
In somnolent
restlessness
The
resurrection of drugs
Past lines of
girls
Calves taut
Feet nailed
in heels too high
Or perhaps
its more girl calves
Doe eyed,
hoping tonight’s the lucky night
Chaperoned
by pubescent studs
Testosterone
fuelled but potency limp
Till beaten
with Johnny Walker’s cane
And delusions
of their size
Their rods
will rise
We walk
His silent
presence
Out of step
His right
to my left
Turning he
asks
What are you
looking for?
Love, my
reply
He caught
my eye and held my gaze
Is it love
when we walk in step?
He turned
into a shadow street
And left me
standing incomplete
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