Down the pub

Aloof and on this bar stool steaming

Across a gleaming oak veneer

Sat there silent temptuous spirits

Imprisoned in glass oval tears

Silent soldiers

I salute you all

What shall we seek today?

Well war of course within ourselves

For every battle lost and won

So once again into the fray my fair weather friend

It's my turn to spin the gun

With wild words of ardent profess

That hammer forgotten dreams as they manifest

How vulgar they tongue the ear

And pepper these wall with their blank deceit

Because my futures sat right here

And behind yellow eyes that pine and weep

And want not if death

And not of sleep

That drink and smoke and lament with regret

For self defeating sorrow my withered friend

Has paved this path we've crept

But this buxom bar maid

Cannot leave and must be sweet

So maybe I'll stay a while longer

And offer up a drink

But without discourse or even a smile

She's met my type before

And but a nod is all she gives

As I order but one more

Maybe one last toast to one and all

To the lost image of an old man smoking

Wheezing in his fag burnt chair

Or the rabid pub dog mad and balding

For every hung out drunk that pinched a hair

Or the master of ceremonies

Asleep yet urinating

Weeping and golden

Through a sodden chair

An equal playing field

Of the lost and lonely

How dutch and courageous are

The ones that stay

But as the morrow draws ever closer

What task endeavours the day

And as tomorrow draws ever closer

What shall we seek today

Another drink dear friend