In the Day

Conti Club once slid
Open an inspecting eye
To admit eager youths
Down to gyrating cellar
Blasting music, beer and wine,
Drop a tab, all is fine.

Girls red at heel
Spirits as high as skirts.
Shot glasses clinking
Faces glinting, eyes winking
Silky hair flowing free
Fake tan complexion, all and one
Seduction yet to come.

Love as hot as lava
Pulsating in the night
Sweat lubricating lust.

Old club now boarded up
Discarded shoe, broken heel
Glass shards litter concrete
Baggy bodies shuffle past.
Ruby’s love long on the rocks
Fetid as water in stagnant docks.

Martin Delemare

14th June 2010

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