TREE FALL

up The Crown drinking with friends younger than me.

makes me feel wise

or something/whatever. 

only couple of years in it tho/seemed important then

and i kill all doubts with booze . . .

and we drive out in cars to smoke joints in Laindon forest

and theres prehistoric ferns there

and its been raining heavy

and it all smells awesome fresh

and i am saying theres a good tree to climb

and no one wants to but me.

go down the hill first small bottle to my mouth 

booze-glory-blasted -

need to feel something . . . 

i climb the tree 

and its easy cos i’m drunk/i fly up the wet bark

and everything is night-dark 

and the view is very poor

and i am much higher than a house 

and its lonely/quiet/not epic at all

and of course i slip and fall

this 

is 

some

DRAMA!

SOMETHING

is 

happening

at

last.

and i grab at branches

and some slow me down some

and i am in the air for AGES

and someone shouts

CATCH HIM

and i almost laugh but the air is knocked out

of

me

as i hit the ground THUD.

suede coat i bought cos its like that one on that Dylan cover is busted 

down 

the 

back

and tomorrow big prune bruises will spread

but

now

i am 

fine

cos

something 

HAPPENED.

i 

DID 

something

EPIC

after all!

and i’m rolling over on the forest floor

and

start

making

a

joint.