Waistcoats.
Red kissing the blue.
Brandy coughing snifters,
of a 40 a day obsessive.
The killer black,
to the top left pocket.
With a little bit of screw.
Sheffield steel.
Shamrock luck?
One,
four,
seven,
heartbeats.
Windless the hurricane now.
His house blown down.
Ripped baize and bravado,
all that remains.
