#2,498 A pub post-match

Mike Bell/ August 15, 2022/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

A pub post-match in that
narrow beery hinterland
of staggerable distances –
screens recall pitch fights
between flit millionaires –
screams’ll rise in drunken
hubbubs in that boozery
& sun-left hours [baking a
long afternoon into a rise
of voices to be heard] – in
louder & louder crowds a
hardening level sticks in –
people grin with inflected
stuff – a rough-deafening –
my beer high – for now – a
girl spurs a murder [pixels
witness lines above every
riotous scream she emits]
& bouncers look bored as
all humanity falls from us

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