Drink #poetry

I’ll fill myself up with booze,

Starting by filling up my shoes,

I’ll drink until I hit the floor,

Roll over, then I’ll drink some more.



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,


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.