LOST IN TOWN

  the 
  estate 
closed around us 
like a fist with the night
our wine in carriers
clinking
like
warning bells

  the 
  street empty as curfew

  boarded-up boozer
singing / screaming echoing inside
  
  made up
    our
      minds

cutting short a nervous street piss
we backtracked carefully
texting
GOT LOST / BAILING / APOLOGIES

  eyes
  on
the train line above us
the distant towers of town
  and
  on
  our
  6

from theguardian.com