Petrol Station

How bizarre
And yet how disappointing.

I watch
Some way away
As the petrol station catches
And burns
By moonlight
On the outskirts of town.

A young man had taken petrol
Sprayed his car
The broken down forecourt
And had got into his car
And had lit a final

The flame
Progressed so quickly
To the buildings
That some poor cynic
Half dead
From spending every night
Taking money for petrol
And for cigarettes
Could not escape
And so he slumped down
Awaiting flaming arbitration.

A large sign
Announcing petrol prices
Made redundant,
Collapsed hopelessly onto the ground
And they flames danced
Like brides and grooms
On honeymoons

Nobody arrived
Until morning
“The old petrol station
On the outskirts of town
Has been burned away”

“We’ll clear it up
This afternoon”.



About dcduell

Failed musician. Trying to write for TV. Never sure quite where I'm headed. Serial un-funnyman. I used to do a lot of writing. Sometimes I still do. So I decided to put it on the internet. I'm on Facebook and Twitter. Pretty active on the former, not so much on the latter. Holler at me.
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