2 minute writing exercise - 9:48pm

We weren't prepared for when Adonis would fall

And black ice would encumber every journey

When our apex sighed into itself

And tried to curl around a wisp of smoke

Left to smoulder in the empty fruit bowl

Of our golden kitchen-top heydays

2 minute poem at the train station.

Uniformity reigned

Over cracked concrete slabs

Buried cigarette butts, scraps of

Gum wrappers, made home in its mercy

Its bleary eyed subjects emerged

Sheep shorn of their sides

And backs, shuffling as though it were

The Great Yorkshire Show

Or some such lark.