Poem – Ninety Six :

One of those hot moon nights.
Blood On The Tracks spinning on the vinyl
And rum and diet cola in the WWE glasses.
She asked for a secret
And I gave her something no one else knew.
I told her how I always was in love with you.

Next night out with the gang
A group of us go back to hers.
Vodka and diet coke in the ordinary glasses.
She spilled out the secret
And chinked glasses with everyone there.
You were gone before the round was over.

Following night, alone in my room.
Blood spilling, Ziggy spinning on the vinyl
And Jack straighr outta the bottle.
I try to phone you one final time
I get silence, not even a voicemail.
96 pills and I’m out.