I’m trying hard not to think of taking a drink
at this time in the morning
but the day’s like a chasm that I cannot bridge
and there’s two pints of electric sat in the fridge,
voltage for my tonsils,
how to justify this trying defeats me
and the drink’s sat there leering,
saying come on
get the beer in.
Monday is a dry day I hear myself say
but the voice sounds from a long way away.
© 2018, John Smallshaw.