The English Pubs of Brighton
Are sculpted in wood and iron.
The ale is so real, named and coloured as
There are lizards painted on lavatory doors
And a chandelier in beaten copper;
No dread in those dreadlocked eyes;
Simply the joyfulness of limes crushed
Into the tops of lager bottles.
An ambient love-in,
This is an eye-contact oasis;
Wireless, and frown-less
Under the roof of the Earth and Stars.