The coppers
pulled him over
in the stolen
DeLorean -
as a hooker sat
upright and wiped
her mouth on
her sleeve.
‘I’m going
back in time,
to stop the
old me from
having that
first drink
twenty two
years ago!’
he said with
vodka breath.
The officers
smirked and
looking at
the prostitute
riding shotgun,
one of them
then asked
‘What’s your
excuse then?’
‘I’m only here
for the ride,’
she replied,
as the driver
then put his
foot down –
reaching
88mph.
Gwil James Thomas is a novelist, poet and inept musician originally from Bristol, England. He is a Best of The Net and Pushcart nominee whose work has appeared in publications such as 3 Poets, 3AM, Mythos Zine, Paper & Ink, Low Light Magazine, Cephalo Press and also here. His two most recent poetry chapbooks are In The Barrel of a Beautiful Wave (Holy & Intoxicated Publications) and Writing Beer, Drinking Poetry (Concrete Meat Press). He is currently laying low somewhere in Northern Spain.
Gwil James Thomas is a novelist, poet and inept musician originally from Bristol, England. He is a Best of The Net and Pushcart nominee whose work has appeared in publications such as 3 Poets, 3AM, Mythos Zine, Paper & Ink, Low Light Magazine, Cephalo Press and also here. His two most recent poetry chapbooks are In The Barrel of a Beautiful Wave (Holy & Intoxicated Publications) and Writing Beer, Drinking Poetry (Concrete Meat Press). He is currently laying low somewhere in Northern Spain.
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