fridge

opens the fridge

opens the fridge
gets a beer

opens it
puts on

Candle
In The Wind

I can sit
beside

that song
I can put

my arm
round it

bend down

bend down
to get a beer
from the fridge
showing my ass

could weep

could weep
onto yr white
brassiere
hon
do yr have
beer
in the fridge?

body like a bad day

body like a bad day
takes the wild
out of me

put my feet up
the beer’s in the freezer

I want to write you
a love poem

gets a beer

gets a beer
from the fridge

where there are none
to sit with

sit with it
let them

with love
write

love poems

I went to the fridge

I went to the fridge
and I said

‘I’ve come a long way
to Rock & Roll’

and I opened it

gets the beer out the fridge

gets the beer out the fridge
drink it
play Neil Young
he sings the lyrics
‘what am I doing here’
all weekend no beer
then Monday the Queen’s
birthday weekend
too long

so I put the cheap

so I put the cheap
Aldi wine I’d bought
to make spaghetti bolognese with
in the fridge
and I’m drinking it

putting sorrow into the fridge

‘it’s only 10 beers,
that’s not a lot of sorrow for me’

put in the fridge his habit of wasting

put in the fridge
his habit of wasting

bring out sorrow
that is inside himself

that none will want to know

give them flowers
he has grown among the discardment
how beautiful

to be in longing
for a love in eyes to be
on him

with limited beer

with
limited beer
I’ve put the wine
I’d bought to make
Bolognese with
in the fridge

tired of romancing stars

tired of romancing
stars
my hand
on my dick
gone to
sit down
beside
the fridge
play some
Creedence