Nightwatch

Ok, I should have included it in yesterday's blog, but hey, I was tired, it was late, I forgot - should write when fresh not exhausted.  But here it is, first few lines of Nightwatch.  Hope you enjoy.....

It is never silent in the city:

even in the dead of night you hear the

threat of humming lights spreading yellow oil

across damp concrete.  The gas works rumble

and as the city sleeps, the freight trains snore

and rattle and rumble a steady trail

past aching whores tip-tapping their way home.

The empty bed lies dead in cold shadows,

Cheap mattress hollowed from his latest descent

into her life, unwelcome, uncalled for.

The rest can be read in the anthology, one day.....