My Town Poem by Gavin Turner

My town

its a thick, insulated place,

Its got pastry on its borders

dripping with pride


The heathered moors

and dark pits

give it a thick accent

It rolls round the palate

like bloody chewing gum


locals shake flakes and crumbs

When hardship bites

As they stumble out of last order doorways

Perishing cold, corn beef legs

slurry home for love


My towns warmth lies in its hearts

Its humour its strength

Hope in its bones