Door-snake
Door-snake got rolled. Dumped on the
fringes
of a shabby precinct, night.
Door-snake was outsize, dirty puce.
I mean, fat. Man-size. Spent
the evening carousing in a low-life joint.
Fleshy, hairless and invertebrate too.
No wonder door-snake got rolled,
passed-out in an unfamiliar doorway.
A genuine article of the Underworld
rolled up from the stench below.
Shameless the way door-snake lolls
like that, totally out of it
and losing it at the seams
in full view.
Miro Bilbrough