& the smell of the shower gel
is just like
a friday afternoon was
after getting in
from a hospital shift
& later friends would come
when i would
fit two bottles
of heineken or becks
in the freezer
& shower
& then get the beers out
& sit on the back step
& crack one
& look at the land
& the trees
& the hill
& listen to the traffic
in the freezer
& shower
& then get the beers out
& sit on the back step
& crack one
& look at the land
& the trees
& the hill
& listen to the traffic
on the motorway
& the hiss woosh
of trains in the cut
& the hiss woosh
of trains in the cut
& crack the second
& later friends would come
& there would be whisky
& we would be heroes
of the goddamn night
until
the
rude lurid oil smear of dawn
