Stumbled into the bar
Managed to keep my balance
What am I doing?
In drunken mirrors
Familiar drunken face
Absurdly jowled fat dead eyes
Arms flailing at a nearly chair
A fall and chuckle
Room spinning heart emptied
Brief sheer fucking bliss
Then no more till tomorrow
Derailed Sunday lunch on
Whacko Acapulco juice
Cinnamon sticks
Glum multitudes
Nosey aunties
Hoe are tings on googanbarra?
Hello! Nice to meet me
You too…over and over again
In short, I’m starving
Wrecked & Lazy…
Then
(as god is my judge)
Derelict Cucumberpatch
Appeared in a silver
Killer suit
How could one not swoon?
Tilly asked with oblique reference:
‘Was Ralph Richardson
As thin as that once?’Drunk
Grimbeau 