Homeless salvation in the snow

Begging barristers of poisonous kingship

 

My mug of prison tea

Is the hangover drink for me

 

The morning after a too merry night of play

No regrets until she calls me the following day,

A sparkling jet of water streams

Into the glass

 

Poetry; art with words

Truthful tunes played by a Pied Piper

 

Happy drinks, happy times

Regret the excesses, we'll be fine

 

Pictures, pictures everywhere

And not a one of me!

 

A thousand deaf faces watch

Our keen recitations

 

Anti-freeze and gin, dysfunctional

bedfellows

 

Jewelled neck chains and

Magic pens and calloused feet

Walking in a straight

Line seems easy

 

It's still quite frosty.