Hand eye co-ordination

[Keith]

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She just stepped out!
two lads in a red car
sending her into the air;
no sound, only a deep thud.

Tights torn at the knees,
blood darkened in the nylon.
Asking to go home for a cup of tea,
I took it to be a good sign,
embarrassed because she’d lost control
of her bladder.

The phone box stank of piss,
handset half melted by some Zippo.
In the panic my lips touched
a gobbed on receiver,
I thought of AIDS and swallowing spittoons.

Ambulance please,
there’s been an accident,
Park road shops, what?
no they don’t have fucking numbers,
hurry please she’s in pain.

Eileen,
it was embroidered on her fraid pink slippers
in which she shuffled to the perspex off licence.
Twenty B&H and a half bottle of whiskey
every Friday night with sausage chips and gravy,
but this was a Thursday, she’d run out of milk
and I couldn't stop her.

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She just stepped out!
A pale blue Ford slammed on
sending her into the air;
no sound came out, only a deep thud.
Tights were torn at the knees
blood darkened in the nylon.
Asking to go home for a cup of tea
I took it to be a good sign,
embarrassed because she’d lost control.
 
The phone box stunk of piss
handset half melted by some Zippo.
In the panic my lips touched
a gobbed on receiver, 
I thought of AIDS and swallowing spittoons.
Ambulance please,
there’s been an accident, Park road shops
no they don’t have fucking numbers
hurry please, she’s in pain.
 
Her name was Eileen,
it was embroidered on the pink slippers
in which she shuffled to the perspex off licence,
twenty B&H and a half bottle of whiskey
every Friday night with sausage chips and gravy,
but this was a Thursday and she’d run out of milk
and I couldn't stop her.