Jun 4
A tooth wrenched from its socket,
a lost sock, footless, flapping
soggily in the breeze,
pint glass shatter,
alcoholic splatters
make for kerbside bloodstains,
shopping trolley
on an empty stomach
stands forlorn in the car park
but the graffitied pub wall I luv u
etches to your eyes. No surprise.
That means something, doesn’t it?
a lost sock, footless, flapping
soggily in the breeze,
pint glass shatter,
alcoholic splatters
make for kerbside bloodstains,
shopping trolley
on an empty stomach
stands forlorn in the car park
but the graffitied pub wall I luv u
etches to your eyes. No surprise.
That means something, doesn’t it?
Written: June 2025.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
