crowds

I never met a crowd

that I didn’t feel better leaving

loved to pop his collar

slouch around

like he owned the place

strutting it to the ladies

like a dog on low

threatening drink his life away

tho’ I saw him wafting

through the crowd

waving his drinks

letting them know

he’d started early today

& being the kind of friend

listens in watches your show

I held an easy count

as my own flowed down

pulled him end of the night

hows it goin’ slick?

I’m good to go he said

been drinking since 11

hey it’s me don’t forget

I picked you up past 2

we had the first ones together

yeah yeah yeah y’know?

I’d had a stiffener before that

but now we both knew

his game popped collar

slouching low spreading shit

was just a game

to get him through

& we all know

there are others do worse

meander meaningfully

Its time for small talk
&
the death of a thousand cuts
a get together’ing thing
there were days
when my practised eye
could cut through this crowd
see wheat from chaff
fuckables
fightables
crying by nine’ers
wheedlers
snides
happy grinners
just slide by’s
&
I’m singing take me away
in a scream only I can hear
would want to register
is there any reason I drink
when all around are these
creatures smirking at each other
they find this shit fun
in some way I don’t
will never understand
so excuse the stick on grin
as I meander meaningfully
towards the drinks
until next time eh?