Drinking in the Day

When did we start drinking in the day?
It just seemed to happen,
Like finding yourself in love
For the first time,
Or with a knife in the toaster
Attempting to retrieve a relic
Of burnt crumpet.

When did we start drinking in the day?
It’s not as if we have an excuse,
Like we’re poets
Or middle class,
Or recovering from a Traumatic Experience.

We drank at night to defend our fights,
And imbibed libations to no one in particular.
We searched obscure boroughs
Looking for Whitman or Dionysus
But never got further than
The Nag’s Head.

There was once a time when we would sit and stare at the stars,
But I began to despise the names
You gave to the constellations,
And as the empty bottles filled our bed,
I decided to sleep on the floor.

Then, sitting in our second-least favourite café,
We stared at each other with nothing to say,
That’s when we started drinking in the day.


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