we sit there
drinking bottles of real ale
i push out the boundaries
and confront what has failed
the childhood, the confidence
all of which got derailed
for me it is my mission
into an unknown place
i listen to his reasons
i listen to his tales
hoping somehow, somewhere
there will be a glimpse
of the tagline to truth
the other one is frightened
poisoned since birth
left to count demons
in the aisles of their church
but i sit thereÂ
with a real ale in my hand
those strange times
i have to understand
James Garratt – Sunday 20th July 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 