one weekend –
five bottles of wine
stayed at mine
got up, looking a mess
hardly our Sunday best
made our way
over to yours
got a bite to eat
and hung onto doors
come back here
on the phone to the woman
who makes me laugh
then a few texts
to that one from my past
i try to grab some sleep
just before I find the phone
and I talk to a best friend
telling tales of my life
where does it end?
sit down and look around
feeling tired –
and not ready for work
judging all my life
it is a blessing and a curse
James Garratt – June 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 