Doors of Deception

Slurping milk stout
on a sensible,
suburban bench:
Asyl of sound
self-sacrifice.
If paradise is
half as nice:
tremolos
so sweet
‘More power to you elbow,
me old Mucker!
That’s just the ticket…
Sit down and make a stand!’
said Commissar
Commissionaire
pausing for chat,
‘ Where’s it at Comrade Cat?’
‘ Ain’t you heard, old fellow me lad
There’s one gone off
in Commercial St!’
