Drinking in Bed

by Colin James

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

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


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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