#2,657 Open Mic’ Night in Lewes
Open Mic’ Night in Lewes
unexpected – now chilled
spits on Cliffe Bridge with
no whiff of torch burning
or barrel-flung tradition –
seep of rain-filled gutters
part of my evening’s play
of unwanted games – lies
of tides falling below – by
drippish fingerings on my
‘phone I will summon my
ride [for that return leg to
a town of ugly miscreants
& where my bed sits] – my
flood towns stir muddied
with ugliness – Sussex is a
county of missing poets &
unfinished Rowney artists