Stubbs Road
An escape
from the cold and damp
and the three-bar gas
fire
we couldn't afford to
light.
Beer from the gallery;
home made wine,
bathroom fermented
puccine.
We tried drying banana
skins
he having read
somewhere
they were a narcotic
but
the resultant stench
from the oven
brought down the wrath
on the tenancy holder
convinced we'd get
thrown out
of the ratty little
shithole we lived in.
Hydrangea florets,
nutmeg;
cannabis when we could
afford it
(it was easy to
procure)
resin, leb, black,
double-zero,
skag, skunk, ganja,
weed.
The names were a
catechism to poverty
the less you could
afford
the more you needed it.
Scrounging canvas from
the polytechnic bins,
paint from the B&Q
skips
we could manage food
from the back of Marks
and Sparks
(on Saturdays we ate
like royalty)
but narcotics never got
thrown away
and after seeing Brian
on Evo-Stick
brown paper bags were
out.
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