#247 (liquid courage)

brown shards

glittering between the tracks

the air rich with jasmine

and a blend of booze, sweat and urine

short trousers, ripped at the bottom

stained shirts, jumbled speech

the park feels like a stadium

except there is no guard

and the comment is made

by angry sparrows

dodging flying bottles


stone-cold sober

her gaze slashing through

the haze of testosterone

mixed with alcohol

and false pride

as she is striding along

the canal, pondering what

makes a man

they are dropping

like flies, unable to keep

the promise of

liquid courage

© Matthias Geh, 11th May 2018

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