The Town Where Nobody Wins

Small waves flapping

Washing the shore

Lights on a string

Above a parlour door

Chip wrappers dancing

to a wind that stirs

It’s four in the morning

I see a woman in fur

She looks about forty

Her legs are pale

Too much make up

Her ship has sailed

She looks so tired

Of a life in vain

I wonder what she’d do

If she could live again

The seagulls squawk

Strutting on the road

Watched by a man

With no fixed abode

Who lies in the shadows

And weeps for the past

It was never his future

How long will this last

Taxis waking up

Survivors heading home

Couples falling out

Love’s a sinking stone

The church door is closed

Hang on to your sins

This is what it’s like

In a Town where no one wins

©JMcN2013