Boxing Day twenty eleven
ordering a pint it’s boxing day twenty eleven and the racing is on in robinsons and I’ve drunk eleven pints of Guinness one for each year and I have to get a plane but I keep seeing your face reflected in the beer pumps as vivid as a tv show and I think I’m having a conversation with you but it’s the barman telling me he’s cutting me off and I have to go and next I’m slumped in the plane toilet and I’m still talking to you but the stewardess is politely knocking the door and I apologise and go back to my seat and she looks worried as I carry on talking to you as the woman next to me grips my hand as we land and says it’s alright son it’s alright son it’s ok and I realise I’ve been crying and I’m helped off the plane and I apologise and they all say it’s alright son it’s alright son it’s ok but it’s your voice saying it it’s your voice saying it’s alright son it’s alright son it’s ok and I realise I never heard you say it when you were alive and I’ve been willing it to happen and I resolve to change things will change I will fix myself and be a better person and do it for you because you couldn’t do it and it’s alright son and things will be different from now on and it’s alright son and things will change and it’s ok and I get the train back home and go to the pub and order a pint
Flight of the dragonfly 