Staying One Step of the Law


He arrived by sleeper in a city

whose name slips him,

flagged a cab and read out

a destination from a crinkled note.

Paid with two crisp ones:

one for the ride,

one for loss of memory.


The cabby assured him

with a three monkeys look,

then pointed to the hanging gate,

the peeling ochre door.



Jason Rees 2004