A large muffin of a man
Leans against a grimy signpost
Swathed in a toffee coloured duffel coat
Speckled with tears of rain,
His coal black hair is slicked behind scarlet ears
And a thin snake tongue licks pursed lips.
Slitted eyes narrow dangerously as,
Glancing at a silver watch
Strapped tightly around his podgy wrist
He tut-tutters and peers down a dirty street
Listening out expectantly
For a double-decker’s distinct rumble.
Behind ‘Lizard lips’
A frail teenager slouches against a graffitied wall,
Bloodshot eyes distant and staring,
Slimy knotted locks swept hurriedly back
Into a grubby bobble.
Her pale oily face is festooned with large pus-filled spots
And her manicured nails
Are chipped and bitten.
Ragged fading flares grip her slender legs
As water spits down
And she wobbles dangerously on four-inch heels.
To the left of ‘Pizza face’
A feeble old granny stoops,
Gripping a tartan shopping trolley
Bulging with a variety of fresh fruit and vegetables.
His leathery skin is wrinkled and raw,
Brittle fingers and trembling,
A thin moist layer of saliva
Trickles down blue-tinged lips
And onto a hairy chin,
Skagged tights lie rumpled around weak ankles
While pools of water seep up
Into her worn plimsolls.
On the graffitied wall behind ‘Wrinkles’
Sit a ginger cat
Gazing curiously around
Through glistening honey-toned eyes
And tensing as rain beats down
Upon her silken fur,
A pallette of autumn hues;
Bronze and scarlet, gold and tan.
Yawning lazily, he scratches at the decaying wall
And proudly catwalks across it.