Tag: pubs

Country Pub

Before this evening's
swell of punters fill
empty wooden tables

we solemn few near-sober
slow pint daytime drinkers
take our lost afternoon
over equal measures

of flat beer and crisps
as that occasional hour hand
slogs around to grind out time

in this low muttering pub -
until intuition . . .

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Closing Times

Now - be forever consigned
to coughed-up-banter nights
at your threadbare old boys' club -
propped behind spewed pints
of pump-drawn gut-brown beer

Your bent still good arm lifts
three quids worth of bowel-stripper
Last orders
and so a knocking back of pints . . .

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#GreeneKingPubs

These pulling places are rammed
by limp cocks and hard-to-hear voices

by forty-year-old bent coppers
and pitch-hoarse salesmen

feasting on glimpses of wagged butts
and - if lucky - being eye-felt back

as unsteady rounds are re-summoned -
until each wooden table holds it own

glass . . .

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Comforts

A pint on a Monday - at lunchtime?
Things must be bad - Michael -
And so they are - but I only offer lies
above salted crumbs on my table -
small pieces - but shiftable boulders
to summer's soon-invigorated ants -
able to heft such burdens of others'
relative insignificance - of leftovers -
But . . .

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