“Spume Law” by Dave Migman

Image by David Ritter

Whole street’s screaming drunk for the duration of the weekend. Taking it in turns to vomit outside the pub. Kids smash empties on the road.

There is an air of abandon here.

Across the tracks the trash spills like lava down the embankment. The train rumbles by and hardly anyone glances out the carriage. They can’t beat it past their own reflections. God you look so fucking good. Hot.

All the boarded up houses are burning. They no longer send out demolition crews, the youth’ll do it for free. To keep warm. Kicked out the house along with the dogs. They don’t give a fuck what you do, where you go.

Across the rooftops, echoing along the avenues rival foot ball songs ingrained into baptised flesh. Gets the blood up, sours a mood. Bottles will break tonight. Blades with flash tonight.

They’ll be pavement blooms all across this town tomorrow. God, you look so good.

Last night a storm moved around the city
We turned out the lights
Watched it strike out against us
With brilliant jolts, power hungry
Flashing and rumbling
Like a living thing that you feel in your veins.


Dave Migman is a UK writer and artist whose work has appeared in various poetry ‘zines including Pulsar, Inclement, Rialto and Polluto. He maintains a small presence online. A book entitled The Wolf Stepped Out is scheduled for release in the distant future (Doghorn Publishing). For more information, see: davemigman.daportfolio.com or crackedslab.blogspot.com.

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