Sunday, February 20, 2005

Doorway


The sallow-faced man
stood in the doorway
a knife in hand
watching me

I looked past him
aware of his scrutiny

I could see the naked flesh
hanging from steel hooks
glistening
in the neon light

I said,
I think I’ll plump
for the sausages

3 comments:

Roger Stevens said...

I wrote this a couple of days ago in Brighton. The butcher was standing in the shop doorway sharpening a knife. I think I was also feeling a bit John Hegleyish.

michael said...

Very nice - I'm sure John would approve.

Roger Stevens said...

Thank you.

Nice bold!