Tap town

The estates were the worst
industrial waste on a grander
scale,

notices:
to let or for sale.

Canals
knee deep in weed which
you couldn’t smoke,
you’ll make a joke of it
but
it was shit.

Recreation was
a pot of glue
a box of celebration chocolates
two tins of lightning
and
some in-fighting
now and again to keep
the gang together.

All posh now
everyone’s got the dosh now,
gentrified if you will
but
I still remember the
estates.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.