The night inside
a bar
Young men,
a couple women, a smile on one
I like too long,
the turn away too late.
I loved you once,
forever,
your smile.
In a bar,
there is always that one drunk man
with diamonds in his beer
about hockey,
or that poet,
that one dick,
you know, the loud mouth
In the middle of the world,
under the fan in the men’s room.
I will stay outside.
Hotter and colder,
the better.
Isle of Hoy 