Flashbacks

Deliciously crude
courtesans carouse around
a carousel of drunken bums,
crystal line nosebleeds
and numb gums.

A scattering of glass pipes,
uncertain seedy images,
rubbing tarmac
talking to whores
a rocking van
erupting bile
another beer can consumed.

A bare arse dance
around an empty tin pile,
whoops and laughter
bleed through afternoon music.

Late night club lights
interject dub base,
dancing legs
teasing dress
smiles that flirt
a flash of breasts,
a taxi ride through fingered miles
to Licorice Kisses.

Roll a skin
strike up and choke it,
a previous bomb faded sometime ago
so pop another
pass a bevvy
watch a bird wax wood once more.

Now remaining sores prevail
through the dark
empty gaps in strobe light,
flashbacks fight for a time line
since last sober night.