imaginary pubs

You know it’s really mad out here,

and I dream of drinking beer

With a man who has no name

He appears when you’re not here

and we play computer games

and he’s a dear

and then he offers me to join him in a drunk refrain

 

I stumble, an argument, in the restrooms

a fight a rumble

I stumble

through a staged up tent, marquee

where a man’s set up a viewing device to see,

penumbral lunar eclipse

don’t mind me, as I stumble through

and then my partner, suddenly in view

 

all over, all normal there’s no drama

until next time

and I’ll see

the hazy mirage of a pub that cannot be

an old building that seems to be, neither there nor here, but for me, I enter and have good times

 

I’m a secret lemonade drinker xx