Overnight stays

Under a boat berthed on Brighton beach
no one can teach you how to sleep like that,

the tide was out
the moon was full
the bottle half empty and
just as well because
I was half cut.

someone pulled a trick from the hat
and put pebbles in my head.

I make the bed I lay upon,
shingle
shingle,
but the moon still shone

under the boat
I saw none of it
being out of it
eased the pain.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.