i
piss
into
another
Armitage Shanks
down
on
a
Whiff Away cone
im in a supermarket cafe pisser
reminded of the boozers up town
by
the
framed
ads
on
the
wall
clubnights and party websites
hotlines and affiliated plumbers
~
theyd always be mumbling
in the cubicles up town
stifled snorts of laughter
amplified off the tile
loud nose clearing
sharp inhalations
gasps guffaws
an urgent impatient controlling vibe
then a clusterfuck of men
looking half raped
would
fall
out
together
their
eyes
all childlike guilt
that turns to empty bravado
and shout-talking in lists
they
fight themselves
back down the stairs
~
id be emptying myself
into old Armitage
watching out the corner of my eye
and sometimes
theyd
be
a
forgotten wallet in there
fringed in fine white dusting
maybe a rolled up cityboy fifty
on the pissy floor
or
just
some sick
on a turd
~
id go back to sit down
happy with my heavy drinks
id
be
going
soft
inside
id feel like home and nowhere
in tune
with the bars
stained timber
loser
serenade
~
if i had any wraps of madness
theyd
be
saved
for when im somewhere
i
can
control the music
id rather
be
in
private
when i talk total balls
hooked on rolling news
laughing at my shoes
~
gurning faster-miles-an-hour
and playing only intros
is
best
with
few
witnesses
smashed in a similar delusion
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