Summer 1987 in the sticks
Pulled the blanket from my Ford Cortina
And lay quiet.

Nothing

But breeze and birdsong
And crickets
We gathered up at dusk

Had dinner late
You had to go
I remember

I remember

Strung out for a couple of days
On Ketamine
And vodka

Can’t sleep
Pull up the chair
To an open window

4:17 pm
A shaking hand flicks
Ash from the window to a blue sky

And panic strikes
Like a parents hand
Across your face

Can’t bear this room
The feeling is mutual
So I walk

Past the hedgerow, the ditch
Find a spot in the long grass
I’m not sure when they found me

But it was summer then
And it’s autumn now
Your party’s were the best

Weren’t they?