Chances

The old man with the trilby
slightly plastered
shares a tale of luck 

and strange mortalities
how one dead friend on holiday
wrote another's eulogy

Died while he was out there
before the fucking funeral
What are the chances, eh?

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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