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.


John.G.Hall©2003