The Last Café
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And jolted with the tide
The landing-stage was firmly chained
However hard it tried
The air was fresh and sickly-sweet
The choking river spat at me, beguiled.
My girlfriend from the night before
Caressed me unaware
I shivered for the future
And she thought it was for her
The fading skyline beckoned me
I shuddered to reject its dying prayer.
The Liver boardrooms loomed behind
Officious and serene
While both cathedrals reunited
Orange flags with green
And scattered on the riverbed
Lay human flotsam, spurned by the machine.
The river spawned an overture
And dusk was biting black
The city screamed for civil war
And the birds were fighting back
The seagulls swooped with vultures' claws
And swept the deck like jackdaws in attack.
And meanwhile in the actors' bar
Directors choked on long cigars then
Sloped off to the Casa' for a jar
Admission free to suffocate
And haggle for the going rate
On things to do at
In a multi-storey car park
And as the waves
Were scouring the bay,
Washing our feelings away
The cemetry gates
To a solitary grave
Were joining our senses.
I craved for some other place,
Far from this empty embrace
Watching the water
Lapping up the waves
And from the Albert Dock
To the Pier Head lights
A shroud of black
Engulfed the night
As the
Whole.
And as we sat
In a corner café
Watching the shipwrecks decay
I reached for her hand
And I knew it was wrong
To belong
That way.