(Poetry at The Drunken Poet bar, Melbourne, 16 August 2007)
Where are you? In the very wood
of this building, but your cries
have deserted me, leaving
and drunken smiles. The Guinness
is good in here. Andy White
plays guitar and reads, County Down,
Belfast, Dublin, namedrops
Joyce and Beckett and Wilde and
a group he once saw in the Dandelion Market,
‘singer standing on the PA stacks’
Yes, it’s an Irish pub all right. Publican
named Siobhan No kitsch shamrocks Just
good Guinness, molecules
of Ireland, and on the walls portraits
of writers, Joyce and Beckett, and PJ Harvey’s dark-piano ex
Ben Ezra plays blues on a banjo,
recites some poems, says he’s too
smashed to continue.
The Guinness is good in here.
Where are you?