Be Quiet

Sorry for being stern.

And, for my excessive apologies.

Now, won’t you please wait your turn.

Be quiet old friend.

Thought I needed you.

Often conceded truths.

Acted absent and aloof.

Drank you to test my youth.

Old friend, Jim, Jack, and the Russian Vodka.

Hats off, our times were top of the pops.

Plastic bag was our one stop.

Drinking Cuba in the forest near Fort Doorson.

How did things get so good.

I know they felt so dreadful.

How did things get so good.

Idealising the past oblivious of how you felt in the moment. Only idealising it because it has gone away.

How did things get so good.

It was only because I silenced an old friend.

Liquor can never lick my wounds.

Maybe I can heal by getting woke.