The Poet's Pub
I totally belong here
in this Dublin Pub
Set in Chi
With logs blazing.
Ruddy faces,
Excellence of ambiance.
Taylor Swift, the beat,
Beet salad.
Dark brown bread with currants.
Handsome lads will become
Handsome men.
Maleness in mahogany.
Here by the flame
I am home to myself
& pen another poem.
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