URBANIA Poetry Collection

http://www.stevedownesurbania.com/ ... check out my new free-to-read poetry collection Urbania, will be reading tonight at the Fringe Poetry Slam and more readings and Q&A to be posted soon ... enjoy

New poetry Collection

Urbania will be available (free to read) on-line from tomorrow .. watch this space

Come along to the great Drogheda Poetry Slam
... 30th April,
McHuges,
Drogheda,
with guest poet .. yours truely .. reading from my new free-to-read online collection Urbania
... http://www.droghedafringe.com/

The Sound of Pub Violence

Goodbye beer my old friend
I’ve come to quit you once again
because my vision’s badly creeping
threw my guts up while I was sleeping
and the damage
that was planted in my brain
still remains
with the sound of pub violence

On empty streets I walk alone
narrow streets of cobblestone
beneath the smile of a street tramp
I lay down in the cold and damp
when my friends were stabbed
by the flash of the neon light
they spit blood in the night
and touched pub violence

And naked in the light I saw
ten thousand cops maybe more
people screaming without speaking
people roaring without listening
People passing needles to share
and they would dare
disturb the sound of pub violence

Fuckers, said I, do you not know
violence like a cancer grows
hear my words that I might teach you
take my arms that I might reach you
but the words like blood drops fell
and echoed in the cells of violence

And people swore and prayed
at nightclub neon sign they made
and the sign flashed out its warning
in the mouths their words are foaming
and the sign said the words of the prophets
are scribbled on the toilet walls
and hospital halls
and whispered in the sound of pub violence