PUB POPS REDUX

PUB HILL BENCH 
BEFORE INTERWEB

well we was only going out 

for beers and shots

and

no offence at all

to the luxurious charms

of the bigger lady

but

the dozen or so abandoned porn mags

left on the pub hill bench 199?

were folded open to the stars

like some weird offering

to a chauvinist feeder moon

no art in angle or lighting

they were

titled
crudely

Fat and Slack

and under the pubs low ceiling

we drank to these women

and their strange sacrifice
among
a
hundred
other
toasts
to 
all
the other odd and lost
exploitation
niches

NY HOTEL BARS

plaques listed

past glory big name bar rats

who

sozzled here in cool gone days

and

fucked up in deep chairs

we

laughed laughed laughed

at the mad expanse

of booze to choose from

missing the simple choices

of

englands city-corner

one-scotch philistines

we made the best of it

we worked thru all their gins

gurning on fat ice

stirrers and napkins 
piling up on the table

like no one would believe

back home

LONDON MEMORIES 1

coming

out

of

a

bar

hidden down 
fifty feet 
of 
pissy alley

heat from its 
industrial brazier

dried out my face

i

find

its

PM still

isnt it ?

and . . . leicester square ?

LONDON MEMORIES 2

looking

for 
another 
dark bar

i wonder why i left the last one

then i remember

it had 
weird booths

of 
wood and iron

with locks on all the doors

TRAIL

i leave 
fingerprints

on brass poles

i leave dna

in the cold 
back room pissers

we buy drinks by the tray

we wonder if we have found heaven

or at least a place . . .

a drinking bubble isnt it ?

long may it last

amen

pic from smokealondonpeculiar.co.uk