Bar stool tumbles and peanuts scatter,
A mumbled, fume soaked apology.
His face wears a faint borrowed smile,
Creased with life, folded in
And lost to the past time.
Years that disappeared like the last dregs,
Drained from the spit smeared pint glass.
Blurred and fog-bound, clouded over.
The smile erased to misery.
As darkness resumed its residence,
Clinging to the soot black rings
Hanging sad under bloodshot eyes.
Each vein fiery, forked, venom
Last light by the shore
And the town folk idly walk,
Listening to the waves
Among the myriad pebbles,
The sound a discordant reminder
That once darkness emerges
From the grey crepuscular light,
The sea quietens.
Dampened in the small hours,
But is never silenced.
And the town folk stroll
And drink in the brine-air
Fortified and reinvigorated
On the sea-winds.
Reminiscing with salt lips
And joy in their thoughts.
The sea remains as they do