Poem: The Last-Minute Cycle

It was one of those

last-minute type things,

11pm

and I could

got to bed

or

I could wander down town

for a drink.

I ended up (this time)

taking myself out,

ignoring work or sleep

or T.V or books or

anything I was supposed

to be doing.

I met a friend.

He paid for drinks.

I angled fast, to catch

up quick (as he’d

already downed a bit).

There was me and him

and two girls we j…