I stumble out into the dark glass misting

Vison blurred

Feet sore and tired

The effect of beer and cold

Hit me full in the face

And my spinning thoughts are already sprinting

As my cloven glove scratches my cheeks

And I fumble my way forward

Beyond the dead- end pubs glitter neon bars

And shut eyes cafes

There is my car

Out on the edge

I announce to myself

Away from the seething throng

My escape

My resting place

My rocket to the moon

Away from the empty bottles cans stubbed out fags

And the vapes that hang majestically in the air

I turn the key and notice the cut of blood

Across my scored blooded knuckles

Wondering how it got there

I remember the trip in a darkened alley

A pothole and a curse

The gravel and the dirt

On my knees and palms

A reminder to watch where I am going

In my haste to sink that pint before its sinks me

And someone shouts last orders please!