6 feet from sobriety
perhaps, bitches
when the sun
has risen
6 feet
from our
sobriety &the
bottle
of
whiskey
has been emptied
into
the “essential“
of norm …
like i said,
perhaps
until then,
where the fuck
is my mask?
‘I stabbed someone in the face
when I was 15 over a bad drug
deal: a few years in youth
custody then into the big-boys
prison and I don’t won’t to
go back to that hell, no sir,
I’m trying to make things
happen in a good way for me’
he said never making eye-
contact: he shifted nervously
on his feet and looked in
every direction:
‘Listen, I’ve got to go and
meet someone but it was
good to see you’ he said
and moved off into the
bust streets: I watched him
weave through the people,
hoping the man would be
there but he’d have a back-
up plan to score, he was an
old-hand and had his 19th
birthday last week.