Yesterday my book was published
but I had no one to tell
rang my friend who said “fine”
and spoke about some second hand furniture she had seen
white painted with flowers on.
That evening I drank too much wine
played my records, sang old songs
and this morning I have got the shakes
sit in the kitchen being famous all of my own.
My dog walks into my head
she has been dead for three years
thought she could face down the express train,
she visits me often,
told her about the book
she understood nothing
but wagged her little tail
and was pleased because I was.
Switched on the computer
in the hope that someone had sent me a friendly email,
nothing except a firm that was trying to sell me generic viagra
and a penis extension.
Pathetic!
No, this is not a good morning
the temptation is to go back to bed
but it’s too big
and I could really do with a kiss and a cuddle now.