The Manchester Blues Of Night.

The dancing cat fell, Mars making
soft tracks in space, while my hand
unclasped from you. Shadows of
lovers shaped across black
by yellow light, while my love made
rabbit legs behind my back.Pistol songs
banged from the jukebox, pierced tongues
bite for bite.But the safety of freedom
flops, cigarettes burn, electric shocks,
heaven deeper than submarines can drop,
while hell closed for freezing over, we floated out
into the cool Manchester blues of night. Mars
left floating cold , a sodden cat in a city cut.

 

 

History Wins.

The golden dark undressed behind my back
all lit by neon beings dancing street gangs
superman meets Fred Astaire meets Batman
running wild across the sky's burning map.
Stevie Smith's children rapping enjoinment's
making shapes in the sea , I screamed to them to make for land,
give up floating and face the waves of facts. But they took gold,
bit the bullet and dragged their generation down.
Figure's of light fused , soldered tight to Victorian buildings
sorry sheriff badges pinned on the workmanship of ages.
And yet red brick and white mortar catch the eye, fat angel
and farting gargoyle flute the churches , and above the arch
the date cut deep in sandstone still reads 1848.