A very familiar lament
He awoke on a bench in Abergavenny, unsure and cold.
The sun slowly giving sorely needed warmth after the cloudless night.
Another day has started and the previous night has yet to end.
Bleary eyes missing a contact lens searching for a familiar landmark
And a check of jacket pockets for his keys, wallet and mobile.
“All fine, no wolf at the door” his thoughts almost drowning in a hangover.
The bus is full of people on their way to work as he slumps into a seat.
Clumsy forcing his key in the lock he hurries into his flat,
a smash and grab on his own bedroom, a collapse on his bed .
Despite the hangover he is unrepentant, he’s had worse.
“Without a chance to blow steam like this now and then I’d have flipped.
Nicotine and alcohol saved my life.”
He smiles through the headache and goes to sleep.
- Another Day
- Nicotine and Alcohol Saved My Life
- Smash and Grab
- Wolf at the Door
- He Awoke on a Bench in Abergavenny
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