Little Bird
I sat on the broken porch steps with a warm beer going flat between my knees, watching that mangy cat take the sparrow right out of the air. The bird hit the gravel, still flapping, one wing bent completely backwards and blood bubbling at its beak. the cat pinned it down with a heavy paw,
Shunting Trains
I stand here pissing in this narrow shithole of a toilet, staring up through the little slit of a window at a sky the colour of a dead man’s face. little worms of light wriggle across my vision, the cheap vodka still working its way through me. the place smells like something that crawled in