Mars Bar

Mars Bar decoded by On the Bowery

they put wine in my wine and

at 3pm a man turned to me,

hooded by the session,

and got me another.

I remember smoking but that was

long gone I must have transferred

that from a flight to KL in 1984,

headsets like stethoscopes

and seats to call shots from,

chunks with ashtrays the

cigarette light had really meant

one of two possibilities then,

I caught the end of it like

I did at Mars Bar.