Someplace past

[Jerrybaldy]

Where men split open pretty young lips,
yellowed eyes beneath greying brows.
The wrong look, the wrong place to stand,
congealing puddles paint the floor.
'I'm a man you don't meet every day'
sang the man I saw here, yesterday.
Fear awakes beside my pillow
and it always wants to stay.
Love hides like a frightened child
whilst an alcove fills my chest,
it seems that there are places
it doesn't care to exist.