Almanac Poetry: ‘Grip and Release’ – Tommy Mallet
Grip and Release
Drunk,
I get up from bed
for that final piss.
The muddy-glassed window
lets in enough light
for me to curse
dawn.
“Fuck you!”
“And me, for doing something
so young.”
Tomorrow’s blurry-eyed self-loathing taken
to short sleep.
But it’s only the moon.
The beautiful, powerful,
luscious,
irrelevant moon.
The moon, the moon,
bumped into and ignored,
tucking me into
a sleep’s good, solid fall.
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Larkin on the turps
Love it. Thanks Tommy.