1988
Watching the thick smoke
billow out from the entrance
to Victoria Station
I had just exited
I remembered the news story
of weapons and explosives
found buried on the grounds
of Buckingham Palace.
Later that night listening
to the low hum
of quiet conversation
over illegal pints
and hand-rolled fags
blinds closed
lights off in a smokey pub
short sentences in Irish accents
discussing the days’ events
punctuated
by the sharp clicks
of colliding snooker balls.
© Erik Hansen 2017
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