Monday 5 March 2012

THE SHORTEST DAY

worked my ticket
like a beavers dog/8 hours climbing 70s stairs
my new boots clumping me about
like 
clumsy bear
    
now
drinking in some bar/some soulless red brick booze chain
8 hours in there
drinking like a mad fish!
i am
chasing cold beer bottles 
for 
sweet whisky kiss

     and
all the women are over 40/shrieking and smutty
drinking fosters
drinking vodka red bulls

WITH ICE they yell at me WITH ICE

tiny tops
held up with thin straps 
showing
bare arms and elbows that are awkward or folded or flapping
skin is soft and hard-

drunk lizards in their go-out skin their tongues snakes
     slashing
at
the fat woman who doesn’t show up anymore

the shortest day is feeling 
disproportionately 
long

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