2161: Can We

Can we nip a strong drink
without falling over [after
sipping far too much?] – I
drank a sour mix in a cup

& poured out more – drink
up – chin up – tip it back &
think of stinking England!
There is a dark stain under

our boots – a putrid bruise
left by booze & auld spills
of other stuff – If spirits sit
humbly [in my gut] I sleep

well – I doze alone without
knowing how much I owe –
some endure a debt to her
[a continually re-filled kiss

as sweet & sickly as cherry
brandy] – this is where we’ll
fall on our face – pub land’s
last orders & a last disgrace

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