Leap off a DayLeap off a day full of struggle and toil.Pleasure-power fuels freedom's few precioushours. Head for the cellar where solace isfound. 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 withrap. Call for ''strong-ale!'' Leave the lager forlouts. Survey, edge away from the wankersand 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 toflight – any brace cooks-the-books for the night.Scatter and panic, a jam at the dooras we tear and then pull and then kick andbutt heads, now dash for the street and the sweetinky-black safety of swallowing night.Find the fair-maid Desire, cute little spritewhose ignoble-knight offers Vindaloo-sauce – plan for scalding her arse and covert-
ovens-of-love as we leap off a day.