ITS CIGARETTES

i got mugged again

by memory lane 

in the dark alley

of my hallway

it shouted

farm dogs & school desks

in my face

& showed me again

those hepatitis signs

yellow on the mortuary door

its cigarettes 

is all i can think

a twilight world could want

TIME HAS A GUN

time barrels in the door

shouldering it open

38 special out

owning the space

naked & huge & steaming

~

& 

memory lane

holds onto you 

like it needs you

but you know 

it has a steak knife

up its elasticated cuff