378. Geoff.


sure, if it’s cans you want I said:

I dropped off half a dozen

and a pair of trousers


the lady constable sat there with me

said thanks

for Geoff really


and so it continued

until the day the penny


my eyes opened

that it made no difference


he had money

what he lacked was an exit

a life

and his dead eyes

gazed past me again

telling me – if I’d listen

that he was beyond my help

or any help


even his beloved alcohol was no comfort


and only the indifferent embrace of

the earth would kiss this soul goodnight.