Sleepwalking by Brenton Booth

Drunk on a Friday
afternoon
sitting on my
balcony
the sounds of
machines and
Mozart playing
in the distance
looking at the
tin roofs
wondering what
it’s all about
a poetry collection
recently published
by the great press
in Canada
after 14 years of
rejections from
everyone
37 and still
counting every
coin I spend
living in a crappy
apartment
certain of
nothing
I go to the
kitchen
fill another
glass
drink it
quickly
the hands
turn several
times
and I finally
see the entry
gates to the
beautiful
abyss.

Brenton Booth
Brenton Booth lives in Sydney, Australia. brentonbooth.weebly.com
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