Half Drunk Muse Poetry

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Manners

for John

Perhaps for a pint or slice of cake,
in a pub or grocer’s shop,
but here,
and because she punctured yet again
those bruises on your forearm ?

It just seemed so out of place,
that croaked ‘Thankyou’,
stopped only from toppling down the throat
because of its exit on a puff of pain.

As we left via ‘Casualty’,
threading the rows of
the boozed and battered,
some pissed pugilist announced
he’d “waited for fucking ages…”,
as we stepped out to a ‘forever’
fresh started that night.

Submitted by Christopher Major Published in Winter 2004

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Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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