Rosary gardens,
vinyl smiles
the sun, like some divine hand
reaching through the clouds...
is there rain in the air?
no...?

who am I?
what am I doing here?
as I enjoy another zip of cold white wine.

someone speaks, I nod and smile
an automated response

I am a stranger to myself
but yet a familiarity towards everyone else
they know their version of me
better than I know myself

more wine...
and dreams of following that voice
that urges me on.

my alcohol induced brain
screams after nicotine
while I pretend to listen
to all their stories...

they all congratulate me for making it
into their small little club
membership for life...
and huge rewards on the horizon...
but I will never forget who I once where...

the cars on the driveway are all
Tesla’s, Audi's, Mercs, Jaguars...
and they all talk about the future with such excitement.
I tip my glass gently, captivated by the colours
displayed on the white tablecloth, surging through
that white wine liquid...

and I take another zip

lord have mercy

If only I could have a cigarette...