Methylated spirits

The down and out’s up and about
a dog end on the street
no spare change
no change at all or
none that he will meet.

and today is yesterday but by another name
tomorrow’s just the same as well

from the mill towns washing pills down
easing the aches away
a week ago tomorrow it’ll be a
week ago today

not much sense to be found
when your bed’s made up on
the ground, but
no one is watching anyway.

An ex soldier stands and
nobody pays attention

A lady on the corner
hiding in the doorway
ladders in her stockings
climbing the walls of the day.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.