Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Going on the Piss in Ancient Greece

Only second night working
Flat corridor, fluffy handcuffs, trolley
At the student bar, avoiding snooker,
Narcissus falls for own reflection
Puddling sweat, he
Stares into the lake at water's edge
Toby goes ballistic, kicking pads,
a long drink for endurance.
Jab and hook combo
longing, looking out.
Blonde hair, young. Friend introduces.
Girls gang up, locked on
Confused. How do I progress?
Transfixed at self
Water pistols. Soaked. Sent reception
I kiss her, swap numbers,
She slams my stomach with a medicine ball,
Throws cue, marches out.

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