Prompt: Write a poem using one of Scottish science fiction writer Iain M. Banks’ names for the spaceships in his books.
Lightly Seared on the Reality Grill
A girl totters, one crooked heel
before the other,
towards uncertainty and the boy
who looked like yesterday.
Her eyes glazed and the
fag wedged, between her lips,
dips ash into her cleavage unnoticed.
Unsinged, she reaches sanctuary.
Amid the disco lights
that pepper the barman’s moustache
she manages, in broken
to order four more Mezcals
and a bucket of ‘notchos’.
No idea how to return
from whence she came