Mr Daniels, how are you?

Sat alone, no company,

I find my brain askew,

Suddenly an idea comes,

I know just what to do.

I reach out for an old friend,

One that’s always had my back,

And spend the night, the two of us,

Just me and my mate Jack…

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Thought

My nights are lit

by the solitary fridge light,

and the flickering vibrancy

of bad television.

 

Torn between another beer

and sitting still,

I often do neither

or regret both.

 

Learning the day

or the time

from the inane wittering

of a presenter I should really ignore.

 

I age like cheap wine,

Badly,

I pray for company

yet fail to take calls.

 

If life has taught me anything,

I have forgotten it already,

Moved on with my worry

and cursed myself incessantly.

 

I now seek what I cannot have,

Peace and quiet,

My mind chatters like a monkey troop,

I smile at the thought.