God, you said, was a myth,
no need in this scientific age
for such as that. I met you
by the Embankment off Charing
Cross station. Straight away
you attacked the faith. I could
see something had upset you
either at the hospital or maybe
your mother's visit. How long
have you got? I said. A day pass,
got to be back by 7pm, you said,
so let's not waste our time. We
walked up to Leicester Square
and ordered and ate lunch with
cokes not alcohol because of
your medication. Your mother
had visited you last night and
had put you in a bad mood with
her talk of God and what the
neighbours would say if they
found out about the drug taking.
After lunch we went and lay in
Green Park. You talked of getting
better and leaving home and
I thought of that weekend we
stayed at that cheap hotel off
Charing Cross Road and that
creaky bed. You talked on, but
I couldn't recall what you said.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
God, you said, was a myth,
no need in this scientific age
for such as that. I met you
by the Embankment off Charing
Cross station. Straight away
you attacked the faith. I could
see something had upset you
either at the hospital or maybe
your mother's visit. How long
have you got? I said. A day pass,
got to be back by 7pm, you said,
so let's not waste our time. We
walked up to Leicester Square
and ordered and ate lunch with
cokes not alcohol because of
your medication. Your mother
had visited you last night and
had put you in a bad mood with
her talk of God and what the
neighbours would say if they
found out about the drug taking.
After lunch we went and lay in
Green Park. You talked of getting
better and leaving home and
I thought of that weekend we
stayed at that cheap hotel off
Charing Cross Road and that
creaky bed. You talked on, but
I couldn't recall what you said.
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