Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Hotel. Birmingham. 19.8.17. 03:17.am

The Dante of Manchester 1

Birmingham sleeps,

its illuminated

building works,

a shadow jungle

to trap the drunk

and wary.

 

Lost in the plastic

and sodium

labyrinth;

infernal circles

traced in brick

dust, he calls

 

“Kieran”

“Adam”

“Paul”

 

an inebriate incantation,

and no Lesser Key.

 

A tsunami of slurred

Anglo-Saxon oaths

issue and echo

as he drops

his polystyrene

tray of chips.

 

Surveying his loss

he walks away,

then turning to take

a run up he kicks

his chips into a wide

carbohydrate arc,

 

shouting “Rooooneeey”

and acting out

his World Cup

fantasies; escaping

his Inferno

on Paradise Circus.

 

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