Fridays circa 5p.m.

There’s nothing I like better doing

than sitting here in a quiet corner

of the pub

with my Mongolian beanie on

waiting for my mates to rock up

while I have a quiet read.

I know it smacks of vanity

when I pull out my iPhone

and scroll through my posts,

reading what I said, what others said,

how many likes I got.

I like what I wrote and how I say it:

the long, slouching sentences,

the laconic phrases

[Hey! I’m an Ausssie]

the odd syntax here and there

[ like the first line of this post ].

One should be as comfortable in one’s voice

as in the clothes one’s wearing.

I like the merry banter of patrons in the bar too,

the warm embrace of companionship

as I like to gather my poems around me

like boon companions

until my real friends, my flesh and blood friends,

turn up

4 thoughts on “Fridays circa 5p.m.

  1. As I’m clicking on the “Like” button, I am thinking, “I want this to be a “Love” button, or more precisely, a button that declares “OMG, I dig this so much. I truly relate, and I want to be sitting in that pub, too; and I truly, honestly LOVE how you have described scrolling through posts and enjoying your own compositions. Dang. Love it.” I want a button like that to click on.

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