2014 Day 22 – Who Needs New York?

Stoned and drunk in late July
We eat shish kebabs
From the Oxford Road chippie,
Giggle past the Refuge building.
Behind us, Jilly’s rocks.
(On the dance floor
Stefan’s hair was dangerous,
Whipped to a frenzy.)
I steal pickled chillies
From Derek and Kev
Distracting them with questions
About life and death
And Blue Öyster Cult.
Mouth missed, eye stabbed
And burning red.
“Fuck!” – an exclamation,
Not (this time) an invitation.


Note: the prompt was to to write a “New York School” poem using the recipe found here. But – who needs New York, when you can have 80s Manchester?