From Great Works

PROGRESS POEM #1803: THE LADS

super kings, disco-lighted
black-bilious cud-boys
of inhouse take-aways
under ceiling rashed,
random shifted
rainbow rays.
doof doof — lager
glass dinked joke —
mushroom swollen
in through the thumbs
up door: boy on crutches
to the round of applause bar.
check shirt kisses,
pink shirt too close to the lips
all slows, pre-fight:

complete 3-sixty of the mobile
in the palm, shot downed in the thumb-thimble,
message in lipstick smeared across glass,
awake in the is it still yesterday

© Chris McCabe 2005