Well, this has
been a very
strange week.
On Saturday
afternoon, I
was lying in
the sunshine.
Drinking a
few beers,
enjoying the
sun on my face.
By Wednesday
it was snowing,
and on Thursday
too.
My moods have
somehow taken
after the weather.
At the weekend, I
was elated, excited.
Now I feel like I am
ready to jack it all in.
I feel tired, run down.
Even though I've been
sleeping better than I
have for a while.
I guess it just shows
you what a blue sky,
and a bit of sunshine
can do for you.
Better than any drug,
and it doesn't cost you
a penny, also there's no
three day comedown.
A truly natural high.
been a very
strange week.
On Saturday
afternoon, I
was lying in
the sunshine.
Drinking a
few beers,
enjoying the
sun on my face.
By Wednesday
it was snowing,
and on Thursday
too.
My moods have
somehow taken
after the weather.
At the weekend, I
was elated, excited.
Now I feel like I am
ready to jack it all in.
I feel tired, run down.
Even though I've been
sleeping better than I
have for a while.
I guess it just shows
you what a blue sky,
and a bit of sunshine
can do for you.
Better than any drug,
and it doesn't cost you
a penny, also there's no
three day comedown.
A truly natural high.
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Ian Lewis Copestick is a 48 year old writer (I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting, thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror Sleaze Trash.
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