Drank too much at Sunday lunch
had a nap and woke at five,
thought it was morning and felt
like hell. Slumped in front
of my computer —
no messages
on Poem Hunter.
Who’s on line? No-one I know,
God I’m feelin’ well below
par, yes very far,
even my head
is hanging low,
think about what
a friend told me today,
how his mate last week
had an awful pain
in his left shoulder,
it got worse and worse,
so he took him to the hospital
and in the car he began to sink
into a really parlous state
yelping with
the awful pain.
Heart attack, it
turned out to be and he was only
forty-three. The evening stretches into
infinity, and as for me
I'd like to be some place else,
in another me,
in a different time and place

Pete Crowther

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drank-too-much-at-sunday-lunch/