Imagine:
Me –
Away from the crowd –
In comfortable, bar-stool
Bubble.
Secret eyes
Are on the green table.
The barmaid,
Doing a marvellous impression:
Of somebody who is not bored,
Is not tired, hasn’t
Seen it all before.
Music runs from history,
Positives and negatives
Wrestle over the
Wrong-shaped ball.
I may have had it all,
Along the way …
Now I don’t …
And none of it matters.