Late night Belgrave.

On the road home
I pop in to step around
Delayed accord
Peace between dreams
Muddy tread!
Some buckthorn soured device.

Another bearded
Fool
Plays random LP.
He's not interested!
Because no one listens
In.

And, out of his time,
Two suggest something like
Caring?
But they've borrowed looks
Bothered before being
And fingered a wilting crust
Mouth bound.

No track skipping
Beats.
Gone where the road grows
Narrow.
There is no force at work
Girls pneumatic chased
Towards implicit doom.

Yawn,
My own deviation dragged
Me forthright and carried me,
Chin first, where
My life screams:
No!