Monday 1 October 2012

TREE FALL



up The Crown drinking with friends younger than me.

makes me feel wise
or something/whatever. 

only couple of years in it tho/seemed important then
and kill all doubts with booze . . .
and we drive out in cars to smoke joints in Laindon forest
and theres prehistoric ferns there
and its been raining heavy
and it all smells awesome fresh
and i am saying theres a good tree to climb
and no one wants to but me.

go down the hill first small bottle to my mouth 
booze-glory-blasted -
need to feel something . . . 

i climb the tree 
and its easy cos i’m drunk/i fly up the wet bark
and everything is night-dark 
and the view is very poor
and i am much higher than a house 
and its lonely/quiet/not epic at all
and of course i slip and fall

this 
is 
some

DRAMA!

SOMETHING

is 
happening

at
last.

and i grab at branches
and some slow me down some
and i am in the air for AGES
and someone shouts

CATCH HIM

and i almost laugh but the air is knocked out
of
me
as i hit the ground THUD.

suede coat i bought cos its like that one on that Dylan cover is busted 
down 
the 
back
and tomorrow big prune bruises will spread
but
now
i am 
fine
cos
something 

HAPPENED.


DID 

something

EPIC

after all!

and i’m rolling over on the forest floor
and
start
making
a
joint.





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