by Luke Otley
Wake up! To stains and recollections
Memory’s working overdrive
To decide which words were reckless n which were wise
Outside, lift up legs sleepy head and fully clothed
There’s a sunrise the colour of new born baby toes
The sea is lapping – quit napping!
Back slapping and glass clacking
Squeaky cough at mountain top
Blurred smiles, bloodshot eyes and high fives – moving on.