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

OLD HIWAY TO S'END

  the old hiway to s'end
is
a
clot
of drivethrus now 
  the
blacktop frozen 
into 
ripples like a lowtide beach

  pubs are boarded up
in
armour of silver steel
and
  all the roadside bungalows 
  shed their paint like scabs

  the old hiway to s'end
hunches
its subway shoulders 
  weighed down by newbuild towers
under
skyroads treading heavy in lowcloud 
  so
  doomlike 
  and
  dull strong grey 

 from piley.blogspot.com - southend essoldo, warrior square