Am I going round in circles

 I woke from a hang over of

Immense magnitude,

And my head

Was a kilo of jelly,

I trod delicately to the kitchen,

And reached for the kettle, in

A desperate bid to rehydrate

My sugarless system.

I looked at the clock and

Half the day had vanished

The afternoon sun was a glaze

Of sulphur intimidation –

Stuck my head under the tap

And pulled on some fresh clothes,

Opened up the front door

And then headed out,

Out into the exuberant world,

Out into the feisty globe

Out amongst the realms of disorder

Out into fields of optimism,

Streets filled with violence

Roads racked with love

Avenues charmed with innocence

Mews built on trust,

Two assiduous lovers stood

By the bus stop

Energetic school children exited the

School gates,

Betty and Joan joined the queue

For the afternoon bingo

Some kid got bashed up for

His mobile phone

A man with beetroot cheeks

Orders his eighth pint of the day

New flowers are placed on

A well-kept grave

An elderly man collects his

Dough from the post office counter

A family man gets the news

He has incurable cancer

A confused young lorry driver

Pulls up to ask directions

The flag on the town hall

Has a hole through its centre,

The lolly pop lady, reflects

On a past secret love,

Shelley’s newborn baby,

Makes her want to pull her hair out,

A million housewives push trolleys

In the aisles of Tesco

While tanned bronzed Adonis’s

Renew their sun bed membership

According to some scientist the

Moon landings was a hoax

An eager young groom

Plans his stag by the coast

Two old men sit on a park bench

Citing the influx of foreigners

The factory workers moan about

Their pay and conditions

Proud beaming parents

Wave their children off to Uni,

An innocent woman is slain

In a Yardie drive by shooting…

I get the evening paper

And enter a quite pub

Find an empty table

With a pint of hair of the dog,

Examine the sports back pages

See what rumours are riff

See what players are injured

In the big football game tonight,

Quickly finish my lager

Take the empty back to the bar,

Order another swift one

Another session’s about to start –