day in day out

Slumped at the bar with my elbows
slurping at the sticky beermats
I winked both eyes at the barman
expecting service
when she snared me, like a fly in the soup
her face contorted in front of mine
like a pantomime kaladescope
shifting between beauty and beast
but never resting long enough on either
for me to get a grip
I'd chosen this haven, after being chased
by lipstick shadows and leopard skin bodices
rattling their plastic ringlets
trying to hemm me to their bossoms...
But, here I was easy prey...bleeding tequilla
with salted lips, clutching to the lemon slices
for comfort....she got me...she got me in her claws
and pulled before her vice like lips
into the french abyss, me clutching for air
among her folds of velvet.
The tequilla allowed me atempt some answers
of protesations but it was too late
pushed into a seven seater taxi and taken
east to the exotics...
I never expected to find myself awoken
next morning naked from the watch down
constricted in middle age,
somebodys mother weighing me into the sweaty
bed as I searched for reason, answers, escape routes.
I released a hand and then a leg before
I lost the will to weariness, all my energy hopefully
spent in panic and not from picnicking the night before.
I rose again later (thank the lord) to find the weight had
lifted replaced by hope she had been a sprightlier lass
only to have the door squeak open
and a mug of tea come round the corner
held by someones mum.
I lived to tell the tale in the end
a taxi home and a lesson learned,
never stay idle as a barfly
especially when the welly boot spiders are about.