Scuffed river leaning against the back doors of shops tripping over stones. Churning up smell on its way to Cardiff uncertainty where a ghost abattoir spews gutblood into the job centre's shadow.
Frothed.
Gas pipe arching over river, spiked ends into riverbank foundation. Bolted railing. Midges biting. Aeroplane scratching. Herringbone path mined by ants. Cut through mountains cast up. Tunnelling rock drill moan. Stone. A train in the distance chattering away from a town dragging banks towards wine bars, office attire and car park latte commuters with books and distant cards.
A pink fluffy slipper with a cat face set into concrete. A grove. Rubbish crawling pallet split bramble broken glass bottle crushed polystyrene Christmas decorations crashing blister packed ecstasy cans needles bottle rot memories
rust bunched stain.
Last sunlight gripping seagull, last sunlight tangles bridge, last sunlight filmy on chips and kebabs, last sunlight breathing clouds, last sunlight smelting windows settling hooked birds into nooks of trees, flock chatter wing flapper harvesting leaves. Gone.
Cigarette smoke unfolding close the air settling into an empty glass balanced on the river defences. Catching the first streetlight.

     - Benjamin F Jones
     My poetry, vignettes, prose poems and text sketches
     can be found at graphitebunny.wordpress.com