Saturday, May 21, 2022

The Pub (a poem)

He doesn't want the silence to sneak in
that's why he closes the windows
and puts on some Stravinsky

He doesn't want the memories to win
that's why he stands on his big toes
'til it hurts and he gets the bin's key


He fishes out a broken sword,
takes a cloth to wipe of the blood
while an image climbs aboard
his sinking ship, escaping the flood

Finally - and together with a happy thought -
and extinguishing his final stub
he hopes to not get caught
when he goes down to the pub

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