GULLIBLE DRUNKS

in 1989
there was this month or two

when each estuary pub

had a chancer joe

selling graffitied chunks
of the berlin wall 

out the boot

of their mk3 escort

or a borrowed volvo 760

& a small self conscious queue 

formed after last orders

in the car parks cold & dark 

espousing disclaimers & paying

in the heavy stink

of the seawall mud