
stare at me.
From beyond.
out there
In space.
A toothless kid,
A mortgage
Bills
Diabetes
Liver failure
Hospitals
Alzheimer’s.
Death.
They stare at me
From out there
Lips raised
And their
Eyes burning.
but for now,
I lay in the middle
Of the hotel floor;
Naked and sweating.
The bathroom
door opens.
She walks in
Wearing stockings
And a black g-string.
Her tits folded over
perfect in form
Colour and
Every thing else.
A cold beer in
Her hand.
I lay still,
nude
And on the floor.
The greatest
Writer of the
21st century.
Nude and twitching
On the floor.
Looking back
As they hunt me down.
The greatest living
Writer in the past
Billion years.
Piss stained and
Ridiculous.
The greatest
Writer
Of all time.
One
Word
More
And
Soon
Enough
Its
Finished.




"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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