Day 33 - 2nd Feb

PUB FIGHT

Ugly

Romany fight on the street 

Needing the big people

The upstairs people 

A broken fourth wall

To act as ombudsman 

It made the town uncomfortable 

As well it should 

White hot 

Anger rage pity 

Dirty linen washed 

Shitty stains 

In the heart of the city 

Pathetic

On display 

But still unseen. 

No clever words now

Sick of all that 

Ugliness cuts through all that.

Let us see each other 

As we do in kebab shop 

Under fluorescent lights 

After the bullshit disco

Omerta broken

Throw it under the bus

The vengabus

Like winter

Is coming

To turn away from those

Who gave you up

That is it's own kind of disgrace 

We are long term strangers 

Recently estranged 

To feel fatigue 

When you walk in the room 

To know your every little pecadillo

As a sense of impending doom 

The irritation 

Giving way 

To despair 

Give me fresh air 

Above all else

I wish to be left alone.

Mea culpa

Mea culpa

Mea culpa