The night was just
…
heavy,
heavy,
in a
heavy sublime way.
night was sweaty
wine was heady
mead was meady
at 5 I was ready for party
part two
Morning:
damn the sun always
coming up unwanted
like the not-really-a-friend
who doofs up in your space
jamming your brain waves
Late Morning:
I crawled into the farthest reaches
Of my sleeping bag
Hiked up my breaches as I bragged
Of 15 brews (downed like a champ)
Whilst I screwed a (something?) warm and damp
Where is I?
Probably Nottingham.
Where am I going?
Home.
Climbing up my roof
Making cold beds look night-slept.
Drunk on life.
Sober by noon.
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