Bruce

THE EVIDENCE

Days playing Hitman and Wolfenstein.
Calling to discuss my halting progress.
Shopping for doughnuts and
bread and cheese.
Watching 'Jeremy Kyle', detesting
his condescension (so much like mine).
Sitting close on the sofa.
Touching hands occasionally.
Bristling, thinking There should be more!
What more?!

Once again the evidence
is against the genius I once presumed
to be my greatest gift.


GO BACK

Ahh, go back, go back
to leaning on the bench
outside the Lamb pub
in Little Harrowden,
waiting in the cold and dark,
looking down the hill
toward the bridge
watching for her car.
She is heading home from work,
stopping for a pint with you.
Go back, go back,
turn the constellations overhead.