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A Nicotine Gloom
Sitting within these brown fabricated walls
that form a publically inhabited room
I stare at the tiled office like ceiling
that sits above me
eminating a nicotine gloom.
Looking at the flashing fruit machine
and staring into my ashtray
its very unclean .
The table is tiled from squares
they form a stained
chessboard of life
through the doors
walk miss matched pairs
its hard to tell
which one is the wife .
Wrought iron fences
sit within the window frames
all bored and twisted
watching drunken
and uneven pool games
as they guard dirty glass
thats cracked and misted .
Theres enough energy ,
in this letter C shaped room
to form a pylon
this place they call
the Golden Lion .
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Published 4th Jan 2010
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4th Jan 2010 1:48pm
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4th Jan 2010 2:58pm
How many Golden Lion pubs have I been in that seem all too familiar to your words! Good read.
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