Cheers - he said
He, upon the maelstrom,
pub-clacked and spinning,
there, beery upon the moment,
deaf to the bleary cacophony
birthing on the booze-smoke.
Under that moment when smiles
go smeary; a seemingly everlasting
jaw-ache at the perihelion
of his evening,
long before time is called.
Home? Where the heart is?
It is already fast asleep; for
tomorrow’s dawn
will excuse nothing.
Masterful imagery. A joy to read.
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