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the attack

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then suddenly the attack outside the pub
the verbal diatribe dressed in humour
outside the Good Mixer in Camden Town
two long haired fellows acquaintances
i think the phrase is
just bubbling over
with authentic surrealist crazed smiles
pumping their sharpened weed-soaked
Magritte phrases at me for sheer enjoyment
a real joy to watch as
they went for my jugular said i was fake
that
i was not funny pointed me out to various hidden
truths in front of various people
a little show for the crowd a show to show
how clever and individual they were
truths they were so aware of
now that there were two of them
and all i had done
was try to be funny doing my dumb Billy Connolly impressions
talking funny kooky it-doesnt-matter-shit
in the pub outside the pub
cheering folk up so i thought
with harmless lunacy i thought
the way you are supposed to on a friday night
i remember i even
complimented them on their looks at one point but
they
were just too real for me and with it
and had smoked so much pot and had reached
a new level and played guitars
and knew the names of certain early Pink Floyd tracks
and even when my face showed them
that i was in pain that
i didnt like what was happening they leaned on in
and continued the attack and laughing all the while
like devilish long-haired schizoid maniacs
and the girl i had met went to leave
and she told me afterwards
it had gotten a bit weird and that was why she wanted
to leave
and i thanked her for noticing that
but that was it with her and after in the Dublin Castle pub
i saw one of the guys and i realised he wasnt worth
shit
so i was happy for a while
and an Asian girl with beautifully soft fingers and
soft eyes
held
my hand and asked me questions
and i drank a bottle of budweiser and made jokes
about that song that goes "the heat is on" and how
that is a very happy song
and then the night came to an end and the good thing
was i didnt have work
and my girlfriend knew where i was so there would be no
fight the next morning but
the bad thing was it was a lie and i had more memories
to deal with and had moved a little further down the road
to ruination
or maybe that was in my mind only as it is every day but
on the plus side i wrote some poems about atoms on the
tube and that was ok and now i am doing a lasagne fart
and that is it really my life i mean over
the past few days
and hours thanks i know this is no poem but thanks lets
keep pushing this thing shall we?