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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Leap off a Day Leap off a day full of struggle and toil. Pleasure-power fuels freedom's few precious hours. Head for the cellar where solace is found. Shoulder a way through the jostling crowd. The thicket is wild and dense by the bar, winter-branch arms shedding autumn-leaf notes. Barmaids flick taught-aloof tails while they flit, ripping off balls with their sharp little tits. Machine-gunning speakers spray punters with rap. Call for ''strong-ale!'' Leave the lager for louts. Survey, edge away from the wankers and drunks. She's got mad-eyes. He's pushing tabs. Ocean of faces polluted by booze. Snatches of voices wind-torn from the storm. Crackhead is screaming about his bad hit. Rodents are filling his skull full of shit. Rhythm-girls bob up and down to the beat. The one called Desire has wings on her feet, legs and white pants like a rose in full bloom. the one in the crowd who lights up a room. Shouting and cursing and breaking of glass. Fun at the bar... stampeding, girls crying, chairs swinging, fists flying, then Exocet- bottles-and-boots in an all-out attack. Faces exploding in fountains of blood. Shatter-glass windows ice-blue-psychedel; game-beating police rousing quarry to flight – any brace cooks-the-books for the night. Scatter and panic, a jam at the door as we tear and then pull and then kick and butt heads, now dash for the street and the sweet inky-black safety of swallowing night. Find the fair-maid Desire, cute little sprite whose ignoble-knight offers Vindaloo- sauce – plan for scalding her arse and covert- ovens-of-love as we leap off a day.
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