Snakes and Laddetts



Friday night

bus aisles are filled with sweet perfume and sickly aftershave
on journeys to the bright lights of joy.
Spotty boys drink vivid liquids
that guarantee intoxication in 10 minutes flat.
Cheap high heels groan carrying heavy loads
in outfits that hug each lump and bump.
Hours of sweat tinged dancing arouse those to promised lands
filled with pleasure and excitement.

In darkened corners of comfort
eyes scan those who arrive through the gates of delight.
Chivalrous handshakes hide secret agendas
of men who prowl alleys and gutters.
Short skirts and laddered tights make
perfect homes for snakes looking for prey
Blaring music provides the soundtrack
to celebrations of youth, lust and money.

Beauties slumped in corners harbour smashed dreams
of love filled nights of passion.
Beer crusted breath hangs on blue language
aimed at the timid and sublime.
Dress code is mayonnaise chins and chilli stains
on creased shirts and sparkling halter necks.
Stifled songs with sing along choruses
ooze through fag stained curtains to the darkness.

The snake follows its pray past halogen lights
to backroom gutters of sin into

Saturday morning.