I'll think I'll call it 'Appetite'

So it's just history and me.
Guy Clarke, Prefab Sprout.
Silk Cut.

The rain scratching windows,
of a Friday night.

I could pick up the phone.
Talk to a friend.

In LA.
CA.
Basildon.
Wakefield.

Wherever.

But it's the reasons I haunt.
With this old addict conviction.

It's every serenity prayer.
That I choke on.

Accept, accept accept.
These things,
that I cannot change.