Drinking in Bed

by Colin James

The smallest of inadequacies
left a taste of salt
and splattered its tangibles
unexpectedly.

We roared like would-be lions
stretching tendons
into ladders of relax.
The wallpaper was receptive
to the mess somehow not altering
its pink paisley hue.
Then tactfully anticlockwise we
removed the bottle screw

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Colin James works in Energy Conservation and is also a member of The Philosophic Order, Brothers of the Endemic. His poems appeared recently in Clockwise Cat and Yellow Mama

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