In Cups by Nick Allen

we’ve been here before   I know
a new morning    a new promise   just itching to be broken
before the new noon   when the dog slips
his leash again

the miracle of sobriety slips from your eyes
they hood in your delicious withdrawal   incrementally
your features gentle to those we recognise
as you

and you know better than any of us
no good will come and no god will come   and you know this
as you reach again   into the black well
of your hip pocket

Nick Allen
After a lifetime of denial Is finally willing to admit his poetry habit in public. Enjoys wearing black and gets most of his sustenance from double espressos and malt whisky. Believes in global worker solidarity and that the Brexit referendum should be quashed as the public voted on promises based on a false prospectus

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