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Silenus In The Brewery Tap
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
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