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Contributor: David Subacchi

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He kept cursing
One oath after another
A big man
Ducking his head
He was angry
About everything
The anxious barman
Waited patiently

Eye contact was fatal
An invitation to engage
In inarticulate banter
Or to experience
A stream of obscenity
Aimed in your direction
Unmitigated by any sense
Of humour or irony

Then a young girl appeared
Softly spoken, blushing
Placing gentle hands
On his tattooed arms
'It’s time' she whispered
Leading him slowly away
Obedient as any
Unsuspecting beast.

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David Subacchi lives in Wales (UK) where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and Cestrian Press has published his last two poetry collections FIRST CUT (2012) and HIDING IN SHADOWS (2014).


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