Close Encounters (a poem)
It’s Monday night and I’m on the bevvies
Went to the night club with crazy fools
Straight to the bar after paying the levy
Shooter pint chaser : it’s old school rules
I know it’s gonna hurt in the morning
And I’ll have to work from 9 til 5
A sensible person would see all the warnings
Maybe I would if I felt more alive
Walking around and I’m handing out flyers
Doing a favour for a friend of mine
Talked to some girls in lovely attire
Thought nothing of it, went back to the line
Of the bar which was heaving with goths and emos
Chatted about some post hardcore bands
Then went to the dance floor although i’m so so
Throwing some shapes and shaking some hands
2 in the morning and it’s time to go now
Mates have all gone but i’m in no rush
A lovely attired girl wants to know how
I’m getting home and it’s it’s no fuss
Would I mind hanging around for a moment
She kissed me to piss her ex off and she
Pulled me into a taxi and we went
Back to her gaff for a long coffee
7am and it’s technically morning
Head is a shed and my mouth is dry
How am I gonna stop myself from yawning
Trying to leave without saying goodbye
All of that time and I leave with nothing
And she’s started stirring and coming around
Cover is blown and she thought I was bluffing
I wont be there when that present is found
© 2019 Luke Chant