tweat now love?

 tweat now love?

long streets

either side of the corner

chip shop 

long wrapt down red brick roads

to the vanishing point

of a bloody youth

open or wrapped

tweat now love?

salt n vinegar?

wet mezzanine floor

reflected in chrome too hot

glazed in rissoles and battered fish

ahh sausages

tweat now love?

salt n vinegar?

where no street lights back lanes it

kicked the can’s accompaniment 

into the dark stopped silence

sucked on greasy fingers

in a breath’s hoare

tweat now love?

salt n vinegar?

fades away back there

the queue reformed by time’s arrival

of the stop-tap men slaked and hungry

pubbed conversations raised in voice

telling the way it is see

that’s the way it is

see six penneth please

tweat now love?

salt n vinegar?

tweat now love??

salt n vinegar??

that’s right love

see you tomorrow 

i’m away to me bed

he said

the open sign on the sucker

turns to closed

the lights go out

salt n vinegar son  ?

no just something in my eye

the long red street empty now

just something in my eye