BOOZE SONATA VOL1 WORMHOLE

those tiles
over the pub urinal
i saw them crack
under the pressure

of my supporting hand

i remember 

crumbling dust 

ceramic fragments
dusting my white knuckles


~

i remember zipping up

i remember stepping back

& 
the tiles werent tiles

they were lino

but stamped like tiles

no cracks there
no knuckle dust

& no urinal either

was a broom cupboard


~

i remember coming out the cupboard 

to barstaffs sarcastic applause
& 

i remember my composure 

was rock solid

like a drunk-numb dover cliff

& i lit a cigarette
& i went to the pool table
& to all my drinks there

but there was no pool table

was a crammed refurb gastro slot

~

i remember a waiter

he told to take my smoke outside

& i did

blue cue chalk 

on my

pissy smoking fingers

easter island composure

weathering the london dark

photo Night Dark courtesy of the Dagenham Archives