Pavement Poem

Cracking cans of something
I make a move on you.
But all you do is walk on by
On and off the pavement
Like an angel of regret
Stumbling to avoid
The things ours betters
Would rather forget.

And I'll dream of you tonight
Carrying bags of love
Marked 'Tesco'.
Come round to mine tomorrow
we'll dine Alfresco.

I've got a line in roll-ups
And a roll call of tales
We can compare
And maybe when we're tired
Counting yellow teeth.
We'll count our disappointments
To make us fall asleep.