Exploding Myths

Top Ten Gods
I remembered something
Turn off the gas
As my wife came home
Fag in hand
The house exploded
Then she was gone
In a puff.

I’ll stop riding
Knocked off bikes
Driven by cops to
Drinking cans
Of Polish dissent
In knee high mud
I sink.

Now rehoused
The social grant
Spent on flock and
Packs of cigs
Money never grew
On trees I planted
Until the day
My missus took
Her last puckered drag.

Witching hour
Wake up sweats
Domestic shapes
Restored at once
Nightmare spirals
My wife will tell you
Leave at once
She has never smoked.


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