He looked at me <br />with all his eyes <br /> <br />intensely motionless <br />for the moment <br /> <br />as if he were sizeing me up <br />standing in spilt beer <br /> <br />as I recited Issa <br />to him. <br /> <br />He didn't seem <br />too impressed <br /> <br />standing there <br />beside the corpse <br /> <br />of a twisted <br />burnt out match <br /> <br />a viciously stubbed out <br />lipsticked cigarette. <br /> <br />'You talking to me... <br />...you talking to me? ' <br /> <br />he seemed to say <br />in his best De Niro. <br /> <br />He rubbed his face <br />with his front feet <br /> <br />then without <br />bothering to wait <br /> <br />for a reply <br /> <br />the fly <br /> <br />...buzzed off.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-more-for-the-road-for-onelia/
