Woke up this morning and wrote myself a poem

I Gave the Young Poet a Lift

because he was dressed for different weather
because he insisted on walking eight miles home
because he left the reading with half a bottle and a glass
because an untamed devil protruded like an elbow from a ripped sleeve
because I knew that soon angels would sing him to sleep
because he had two plans and half the means
because I caught a glimpse of me


One comment

  1. Ah, I’m glad you gave Tim a lift home, the scamp! He was talking about bunking down in a doorway! His poem ‘Immediately on Waking’ is great isn’t it? I think it earned him a free ride home 🙂


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