Group Portrait No 1

                              If it is black it’s Kev

                              A ‘Hello Fella’ from a bench

                              Or squatting on a low wall

                             The ‘drink out’ coffee in hand

 

                             Kev so thin " with nicotine fixes

                             Sucked endlessly from the roll ups

                             Between yellow fingers and racist expletives

                             Exhaled on his smoke and breath

 

                             Once we glugged on White Grenache

                             He found a passion - Lute music

                             I visited him - a suicide attempt

                             A reveal - psychiatric nurse -‘He’s acute’

 

                             Thanked me with a Cornish pasty

                             We never did the internet w***e

                             Now my kitchen door is quieter

                             ‘Hiya fella’ from a distanced bench

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love the atmosphere you create here...i am there....i am at the kitchen door...i am asking about Kev....where is he now, how is he now.

how much did he really understand of life...probably a lot, given how acute he was.

[Michael Oliver]

Thank you Jacob