Utrem nunquam inanis

The bottle never empty

Refills behind my back

Like yesterday 


Drunk again

Alas alack.

The Biro expires

A bodies end

Ink like blood

A blank letter sends

But offer me

A kiss on the cheek


Not Much

Tis better than two well aimed

Kicks in the crutch.


Robert Garnham. After Samuel Beckett.

24th August 2012 Woodbridge Suffolk.