BARS

there’s bars

          bars

          bars

          bars

i been in them/in there with all the wonderful wood

i gaze booze eyed at the 

amazing ceilings 

gaze out the huge windows/OUT THERE 

thru the drunk glass at the street world

walking over

another cold fast sober afternoon

i’ve stood at the bar in there/all Regal all Real

drinking cold beer

so it’s not only whisky i taste

and

healthily i buffer it all with sandwiches

served hot

by blonde beauties in black

who are all clearly talking 

about 

me

and if at 5 pm i walk into the broom cupboard instead 

of down the stairs

to the bog

its only a blazing sign of my brilliance

and a story

for 

everyone

TV on in there

i'm high on the silent TV in there

EXPLODING somehow

at

the

dead witness

Blair gone now/Brown is his own cement hangover

talking like a Thunderbird

with no lines

then 

sport is on and i'm turning my back

fingering my phone for friends

and

a

long night

of smoking between cashpoints and cabs

and

drinking wedged in pub corners by the stairs 

and

all

the

exposed

pipes 

flowing with laughter and theories and bad taste