Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

A Very Un-Public House (Unless Your White Of Course) - Poem by Not Long Left

Look into the eye of one of the many
Retired or redundant regulars;
you will be told you do not belong here.
A room of red bloated faces look
with disdain into their never empty glasses.
Old lessons of mistaken national pride
are not forgotten depsite the road to oblivion.

All consuming clouds of smoke
entwined with heavy stares
make it hard to breath,
or believe that within the womb of culture
dead beliefs still live.

Only the painting remain the same
just more yellow around the edges.
The tables despite constant lashings
of varnish still bare the engravings of hate.
Drunkens men's words last longer in wood.

The toilets with all there piss pools
from afternoon battered bladders
offered no solitude.
'white Pride does not hide'
Said the slogan in the shit smeared
cubicle, I could only laugh at the irony.


Comments about A Very Un-Public House (Unless Your White Of Course) by Not Long Left

  • john tiong chunghoo (4/11/2006 5:32:00 AM)


    Drunkens men's words last longer in wood.


    good line. more people should be reading your poetry.
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  • Nicola Burkett (4/8/2006 3:39:00 PM)


    Excellent poem, i love the irony of it. especially the last verse
    Sincerely
    love Nickie x x
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  • (4/6/2006 10:23:00 AM)


    Thank you, Vincey. And for that very poignant finish, a very special thank you.
    Best wishes to you,
    Gina.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 8, 2006


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