A pint of Harvey’s
& my whining dog
[polish off my day]
…/
As a freelancer I understand that there will be quiet days – there will be occasional periods of not billing …/
A pint of Harvey’s
& my whining dog
[polish off my day]
…/
We will be abandoned each day
[fear-pinned by sponging orders
in bolt-homes] – we hide behind
doors [prised wide by a delivery
…/
Gather those remnants of your strength – we will stand longer than any others –
more than those who may expect less of us – & bring back – again – to yourself –
stolen powers that others frame as broken
…/
Those scattered face masks
spread a dispersed smile – a
toss of grimace – a loss of lip-
readings – a momentary kiss
…/
I’ll pass my ageing neighbours
contained by solidified returns
off pensions & ISAs [all edging
away from brisk punts on stock
market wagers or gold’s allure]
…/
Another day without doors
[or chats-over-pints] – wait!
No last-minute unexpected
visitors – we creep from our
shelters of friendless rooms
…/
It is raining –
& my tipped
up skylights
lean mottled
…/