They need their poison at 10 am,
An indoor war memorial,
A park bench the weather can’t spoil,
Toothless laughter,
Incontinence unchecked,
A nasty expletive filled argument is pulled up short by the long suffering bar staff,
Some bicker,
Some stare into space,
The liquid is cold as it slips down,
As they shut down,
Suddenly outside,
Faltering in broad daylight,
A screech of brakes,
An addled glace,
Before the world span and the bones ripped through the skin,
Did you hear about old Charley?
About the author
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- I have previously been published in the following UK and international magazines: Rollingstone, Revolver, Loaded, Kerrang!, Metal Hammer, The Metro newspaper, Got a question answered in Dr Ozzy book, a regular in the profanisaurus pages of Viz and his poetry has also been read on the radio.
