A Poem jus’ for Joss

I like the days, when I just sit

Staring vacantly at the ceiling

With a book of Bukowski upon my head

Serious Osmosis going on.

I go back, to days

Days when we would just steal a traffic cone

For the Hell of it –

When being young was just doing

What you could

Because you could.

I remember eating Nachos and apple crumble

At 2am.

Then watching a friend of mine

Eating icecream one night with a ladle

The next night screaming in the shower

Out of apparent ‘excitement’.

I remember when we would sit,

You and I,

Drinking and if the atmosphere wasn’t more

Frosty than the arctic wind

Then Dave the drunk added his two penceworth.

When I had to fight off Dave and his Bovverboy.

That was rather humerous

Particularly by the fact that you nearly crapped yourself

It was a good laugh

I wish there could have been more times like that

Ah well...

Unlike most great works of art, this has no theme

That holds it all together.

I guess, like most undiscovered artists

I just thought I’d write **** down

And see where it went.

Clearly, not very far.

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