“Old bloke 1”My phone rings
It has an elvis ring tone
I look at the screen
And i know
Its a drunk bloke
I work with
From the factory.
I made a rule
Never to answer the phone
After 10:30.
Nothing good happens after then.
Its stops,
Rings again,
He leaves a message.
“Ben, its the old fella
Hes in an ambulance.”
Old drunk bruce
and his son
With no one else to ring
but me -
The closest thing he
Has
To a friend
I delete the message.
and
It rings again.
I put it under my pillow
And elvis sings in a muffle
“theres got to be bids
Flying higher
In the sky
So blue”.
Nothing good happens
After 10:30.




"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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