Uphill – Written Friday 16th April 2021 (Aged 46)


there did not seem
to be any other options
than to progress uphill
my tracks,
flat packed
but with screws –
that barely appeared
to fit the gauge of my shoes
and my ill fitting clothes
on an ill fitting personality
only showed
i was king of my own stability
i told jokes
from a lazy bed
where people hung about
gambling with the words people said
i played instruments
in a junk play
and i thought my wit
would cover up unsophisticated ways
but still,
i had to progress uphill
the poor quality painting
that i saw as my future
hung wearily upon a young frame
i collected every shape of counter
but i had no etiquette for the game
young life, what an absolute drain
as i faced that steep, steep uphill
time and time again

James Garratt – Friday 16th April 2021

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