is it vodka?

or tears

and gas bill

and tea?

or the bookies

and rent?

or grief 

and machines

that stop working?

or what was called rates?

I forgot what...

and the change

to a doorway

sleeper?

and I heard that song

from the pub

and everybody 

seemed to 

be walking

against me...

Why is the moon

my only friend?

 

Words and image Tommy Carroll