Drinking with abandon.


Years back and don’t get me wrong, i could have ended it at any minute.

But never the less, years back, for a while not a long while but long enough to feel how it felt and sigh.

And make me think and say to myself that “There but for the grace of god go i.”

Strange how afterward i went through a phase of sitting in Holborn doorways.

Drinking with abandon you see.

An abandon remembering a life for a while, with just a doorway a drink and me.

It was the freedom it was my meditation, these days i just sleep with a play in my ear.

Radio 4 extra my favourate station.

I only drink with abandon now, when he visits, which is rare.

And only out of a misplaced obligation.

Or a misplaced fear, which is..

Not so rare.


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