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The Pub

Posted to Poetry

It is all rather splendid, really:
The clinking of bottles and the clinking
Of minds—

The stubborn ashtrays
Glued to round
Tables with sticky beer—

The cumulus and nimbus of cigarette
Lifting to the white body
Of the ceiling—

The lurid quiz machine
(Not for the stupid)
Hunched in the corner
Like a seemingly wise drunk—

Michael Jackson posters
Onto the walls—

How tremendous,
How truly splendid—

And how splendid the faces,
And how splendid the lives

That come together,
Here, in these drunken,

Clearer moments—every night,
Until eleven.