A Cold One. by Gwil James Thomas

Could you bring me a cold one 

if you’re going past the fridge? 

Because, the needle just fell and 

Son House has sounded, 

the painkillers have run out 

and my arm’s still fucked from 

that night with my best friend 

and the motorbike.

Since, after all these years of not 

learning from my mistakes, 

I think that I might as well 

just celebrate them now

and I know that I’m no role model, 

but also that we’re all  

name calling in the madhouse 

when you truly think about it. 

As, we’re only here for a moment 

and sometimes just stopping 

to take in the beauty amongst 

all the moving masses can 

get a little too much. 

But above all else - 

could you bring me a cold one, 

because 

this can’s almost empty!

“Gwil James Thomas is a poet, novelist and inept musician originally from Bristol, England. His work can be found largely in print and occasionally online in places such as 3AM Magazine, Punk Lit Press, The Beautiful Space and The Dope Fiend Daily. His most recent poetry chapbook is titled Romance, Renegades & Riots (Analog Submission Press) a split with the poet John D Robinson. He lives in Northern Spain.”