A Night At The Bar Poem by Francesco Carabetta

To drink
To sink
Mind games
Another frame
Vision blurs
Words slur
Volume’s up
Bottoms up
Shots down
Into town
Taxi cars
Girls in bars
Muscles flex
Girls inspect
Begin to flirt
Short skirts
Alpha male
Rising tails
Tempers flare
Fists bare
Skin splits
Spill drinks
Cops arrive
Mates strive
To run
End's begun
Night’s over
Lost lover
Taxi home
Others roam
Sore brain
Some aspirin
Lesson learnt
Money burnt
But still
They will
Go again
Next weekend.


December 2010