A fixture

The shady figure there
Hopping from one foot
The other can’t wait
A fix or something?
There’s a shadow there
Barring the doorway
‘Sorry mate!’ he said.
‘I’m not your mate!’
Lead weight of words.
Albion is dingy dark
A frozen gauze of fog
The shadow disappeared.
Consa haunt dealer’s den
The time night itself
Smoking reef in the path
‘You alright?’ said a sleeper
The next thing the possy
No home from home
The under age gang
Too moved in under cover of night.

Mia Nikasimo (c) January 2009