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Leave the light on – lock the door
This ritual plays out each Friday
A barrier to the debauched reveller
Who slips behind the clock returning home
A curfew for the beer vampire
Who will only find a soothing bed
If father specifically invites him in
After knocking twice and shouting through the letterbox
This ancient tribal face off
Friday 31st July 2020 2:33 pm
Label On The Bottle
The label on the bottle told me it was strong
But I drank it all night anyway
And didn’t think that I’d done wrong
It made me very happy in a lightheaded sort of way
It was deep amber in colour
And I would regret it all next day
It burned the back of my throat as a sipped the evil brew
It smelt of cinnamon and spice
And bit by bit my co...
Monday 25th May 2020 7:00 pm
We like to share a bottle of wine and quaff it down with ease
Should we have another? Go on then, yes please
When we think we've had enough
And in the morning we'll be rough
We pour ourselves another glass and stuff ourselves with cheese
Wednesday 20th May 2020 3:58 pm
party in the backseat drunk and having fun
couldnt comprehend the spinning and then i was stunned
everyone was screaming, i heard the tires squeal
when the car started flippig, i thought it was a done deal
my head hit the celing, the window in shards
abrasions on my head and thighs left me bruised and scarred
pelvis in pieces, fractures in my back
pulled out of the car and all...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 11:08 am
The drunken dancer
and the temperance priest
whispering to each other
about a fiery affair of love
between the sun and moon,
and the emotional outburst
when the universe was born.
The priest he begs for
the drunk to desist,
but the drunk just mutters
obscenities under his breath
and calls for more.
Wednesday 1st May 2019 8:38 pm
You can say that I'm a little out of touch
I fell down but I can't climb back up
None of my friends give a fuck
I guess I'm shit out of luck.
If I'm not feeling blue I dont feel much
I know they'll tell me to suck it up
Moving on is just hard as fuck
I'm tired of being down on my luck.
Its like holding in the clutch
I press the gas but just rev up
Going nowhere fast my motor is fucked
Wednesday 8th August 2018 1:24 pm
It's moist, in either of the sides
Some surpass the water and some would happily drown.
as for me, I prefer to drink up.
Sunday 1st April 2018 6:27 pm
Silenus In The Brewery Tap
light fights its way
across a peeling window frame
and crashes lazily
upon a dark wooden table
where a man sits
stooped by work and alcohol
so that he seems
to stare for guidance in a pint pot
that stands half consumed
while froth slides down its sides
street noise scrabbles
to overcome the slow whumpwhump of a ceiling fan...
Thursday 9th February 2017 7:30 pm
Brother Can You Spare a Dime
I got drunk in a
a Portland bar
thirty minutes after
I had exited my
to tell me
that she had finished with me
that that that was that.
I sat drinking
and pouring tears
into my whiskey
a guy with an
we had a good time.
I bought all the drinks
as I remember.
Friday 30th December 2016 9:26 pm
supping at the Silverback Inn
the glass stops halfway to its destination
and the sands of time are quicksand
as you survey the crowded saloon bar
in the gently creaking Silverback Inn
the one with the paunch
I remember him
he was a bully
a right hard case
look at him now
fat and old
the stained and sticky floorboards agree
whispering taunting mocking
Wednesday 5th March 2014 7:01 pm
Almost drowned in it
Just you name it
I’ll have tried
Been traumatised by it
Reduced to tears by it
Laughed and cried
Wished I hadn’t bothered s...
Monday 24th June 2013 4:00 pm
Drunk (Spinning Wheel Blues)
and feeling so high.
Walking on walls
and touching the floor.
Spinning wheel blues
in the back of your mind.
Knowing you can’t take
in time with each spin
as the room turns over
and throws you aside.
You clutch to the bed
as though you would fall
and – somew...
Sunday 28th April 2013 6:51 pm
Came back home tired and sad.
Wrapped myself up in a plaid.
Opened a bottle of cognac.
Felt its warmth and a good smack...
Then...I was said
To be seen in that plaid
In three night clubs
And two Irish pubs.
12th of April, 2013
Friday 12th April 2013 8:51 pm
Tuesday 12th March 2013 10:07 pm
By : Ali Taha Alnobani
Wednesday 6th March 2013 7:49 pm
Why do chavs go in Satan's Hollow Goth/metal club and act like dickheads?
Because they are dickheads up to no good.
Pouring lager over people, ...
Tuesday 24th January 2012 4:57 pm
Once-upon-a-time, a barman worshipped the Sun.
Worked nights so didn’t see much of it
but in his head he’d got stories of
the Fire God supreme,
vanquishing monsters who'd eat out your dreams.
He called the Sun ‘Hero’,
believed it had six pairs of arms,
giant wings of flame
and the handsomest nose in the galaxy.
Made moons blush
Friday 17th December 2010 1:38 pm