'James Joyce was a pussy' I tell him.
His face reddens,
his blood pressure sour's
...
A piano plays through
the haze of the bar
and no-one seems to
smile around here
...
'You are un-FUCKING-believable,
you know that? '
The morning after
...
I wear them with pride
the scars on my sins,
...
'Your 'poetry' isn't
for everyone' he said.
'You're right' I said.
...
If you listen
to Nostradamus
then today is the day
that the Anti-Christ
...
I'm a drunk first
and a lover second.
If I'm honest
...
'So I take it you're going to be
there next weekend then? '
She's stood in the kitchen
...