Blue sky drinking
a Summer poem
Here’s me thinking
Time for some
Blue sky drinking
no more sinking
dodgy pints
in overpriced emporia
with sweet-fuck-all
euphoria.
Picnic season’s
on the cards
grass and sun
and sprawling sky;
shards of light
wink like stars
through the trees
in summer’s ease.
pass the hummus
pour the wine
every sip
is pure divine.
Bring your Rizlas
Bring your mates
They are lost
Who hesitate
