On the industrial estate
a heater blasts;
with the
appropriate catalyst
the glass warms:
fluid pearls
and gathers,
dribbles its
curved length.
Fumes swirl
and billow-
distil to spirit.
 
Hours later
they unhook the pipe,
examine and
identify what remains.
 
Inform the parents……………

Blow ~ Chris Major

May 28, 2007

Around the back,
amongst chip trays
and coke cans
he gropes under
tight clothing.
Unzips;
jerks her head,
roughly shoves it
‘tween glossed lips,
his mate already
pounding away.
 
Expertly done,
no gagging,
just the odd moan;
and as a mobile phone
flashes ‘MUM’
amongst gum
and tampons,
an airway is
finally established…………………

PUP ~ Chris Major

April 23, 2007

Trouble;
so slung out
and abandoned.
Lack of food,
hunger pains
sharp enough
to whittle ribs,
matted coat
marking spot by
circling lamppost.
 
Chases cars,
pills,
plenty of tricks-
not anal……….

PAUSE ~ Chris Major

March 26, 2007

20 years ago,
Mr popular all ‘A’ s,
football and rugby stalwart,
tests easily passed:
maths, physics, biology,
schizophrenia.
 
Occasionally seen leaning
on his dead mum’s
walking frame,
a rigid rudder
steadying drunken lurches
to the ‘offy’ and back,
the pathetic text
of an unlucky life,
yellow highlighted
by liver damage.
 
Well,
today at his flat,
a 6 week screen saver
of clouds and sky,
was finally broken
by the movement
of police and paramedics……