Screaming, screaming and then stop
As half blurred hand meets alarm clock,
Another late night party flounders in my brain.
Already late, I slam the pock marked door behind me,
Could have mistaken it for a mirror!
Keys chitter and jingle
And the car is away.
The roads are a mock with pleased-to-meet-you pedestrians,
But I’’m soon there;
At my childhood,
Ill-fitting memories now
Like the coat I so nobly burnt
I back up the car; cold stutter,
And reverse straight into the aluminium tide,
Chill chill chill and colder,
I press myself to the white water walls.
Tuesday,
Two o’clock, maybe later, my watch wasn’’t waterproof,

So they said at the inquest.