Bad Night

Two pints drunk too quickly in a pub built on too many people and too many angles.
Walk back, half an hour after I arrived.
Looking at everybody, thinking your language is not mine
then correcting yourself; your language was once mine.
I remember this, back at Southampton, listening to drunk people on the street laughing.
Northumberland Road, St Mary's myth, Southampton gothic.
Back home now, can't find my phone and the letter box rattles.
Night outside is so unsettled. A stranger in the mirror.
This night for the bird flu god, laid out on this seven week old altar.