Utrem nunquam inanis

The bottle never empty

Refills behind my back

Like yesterday 

Today

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

Passion

Not Much

Tis better than two well aimed

Kicks in the crutch.

 

Robert Garnham. After Samuel Beckett.

24th August 2012 Woodbridge Suffolk.

 

 

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