The Bar

Some bar-tender shoots out unknown liquid 

Turning into bubbles, respiration, flicker of air,

And irrigates the fake rose in the frame.

Nothing sees; lights shiver into darkness.

Fall into a surface

Talkin bout –

Phantomic lantern 

Candle blurring

Shaking trembling 

Dosing off – 

Head agaibst wall, eues closigm 

Smilr laugh laigi smeile 

Screen doesn’t scrill?

Icy starligh floating flowing flowering 

Gravity pulls hands down 

Achoho din’t do 

You can find a recorded version of this poem at: Purple Radio Spotify

Illustrated by Amy Nugent