safety net (Remove filter)
safety net
My first real friend was Godfrey
And for the first few weeks of our friendship
I always thought
Who calls their kid Godfrey?
Then I met his Mum
And I thought
He got away lightly
Together we shared our first experience of alcohol
I was thirteen at the time
So a late starter where I grew up
We stole a bottle of sherry from his Dads booze cupboard
Snuck round the back...
Wednesday 24th June 2015 11:57 am
Recent Comments
Nigel Astell on June 2025 Collage Poem: You Watched the Trains Come, You Watched the Trains Go
6 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Poetry Is Pain
11 hours ago
David RL Moore on Too late too late
1 day ago
Rolph David on Love The Light, Embrace The Rain
1 day ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The roads taken
1 day ago
Red Brick Keshner on still, the Earth breathes
1 day ago
Marnanel Thurman on The roads taken
1 day ago
Red Brick Keshner on where shadows do not drown
1 day ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Empty Streets of Ego’s March
1 day ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on The Policemen Arrest The Men.
1 day ago