It had been a long turbulent night
the morning was grim,
peed into the kitchen sink
while reflecting upon life.
In running cold water
I washed my grey blob of a face,
no need to dress had slept in my only suit.
Muddy shoes the bed is a mess.
Enough of this vicious life call A.A.
or the pleasant people at the Salvation Army,
anyone who is willing to give you tea and empathy.
Sure I’ll ring but first I need a drink.