The Settler's Return
Not before time, they said, as I entered the bar,
a place far removed from those haunts of old, and yet,
even before the miracle poison erased the lines
and loosened my lips enough to declare
20/20 vision so clearly redefined,
I stood with the oaks in their human casket,
elbows embedded like branches, outstretched arms,
a rocket of a pool cue flourish – good crack!
I knew those men,
strangers by day, bonding over beer and trivia;
When did the Berlin wall come down?
and Norma Jean become Marilyn?
And talking of Herbert George,
if I owned a pub, I'd call it The Time Machine,
but not before...
A pint of tequila and two lager and cokes, if you please...
I stuffed my change into the jukebox,
new friends in the corner cackling along,
tossing all ghosts on the table to get up and dance.
Such a lovely place to remember
a vacant face to forget
Enjoy the crack...
(But not before)
Swaying under artificial lights,
I saw a girl
playing footsie with a domino,
wrecking a house of cards -
Modesty, she said, was a coquettish wine.
I'll stick to my oaks, if you please...