1915: Once More

I picked up two dozen shards
from a splintered bottle – pale
ale [or something equal] & laid
it in my open palm – too close

to my favourite vein for you? I
would not – although I think of
it – of course – you would too/
I loaded up one self-help book

Audible & untouchable – & laid
it in my head/ I played back a
song from Leonard – maudlin?
I miss opportunity & old love’s

filthy ways & indiscretions/ My
heaven has been dropped – a
beer bottle unstopped is mine
for now – sweet dreams do me

[whilst solitude quietly gnaws]

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