By Joshua Chalmers

 

 

There’s a banana on the floor

 

more nights

conversations that seem briefly new

but they’re not.

There are no new conversations in this bar,

what’s it called?

 

I don’t really like talking here.

It’s loud inside

it’s cold outside

the beer is watery

and what’s worse,

I’m always moaning internally.

 

“mmm modern art, what do you think?”

 

what do I think?

I don’t say out loud

 

Drawn out pause

 

“fuck”

 

More waiting

 

“I’m just gonna take a piss”

 

More like are you taking the piss

 

Crowded men’s toilet,

a sour piss smell you can taste.

 

“sorry mate”

 

Pretending to piss

 is the only time you take a moment

without looking like you’re having some kind of crisis

 

Is this a crisis?

 

Pretend willie waggle

legitimate smile

it’s the small things…

 

There’s a banana on the floor

 

That’s modern fucking art