Alex

Waistcoats.
Red kissing the blue.
Brandy coughing snifters,
of a 40 a day obsessive.

The killer black,
to the top left pocket.
With a little bit of screw.

Sheffield steel.
Shamrock luck?

One,
four,
seven,
heartbeats.

Windless the hurricane now.
His house blown down.
Ripped baize and bravado,
all that remains.