Nostalgia

I reminisce about weekends when I meet friends
Just ladies and gents with lively intent,
It was pharmaceutical booze use as usual
I could enjoy the poison, I was convinced it was beautiful

It seems so fine when I leave my world behind
I’d lie back and sink into my mind's eye
I’m reminded of the times when our personas glowed
With the shine of defining moments-
Monotone serotonin quoting potent heroes on a park bench chosen.
Garden BBQ’s, a sofa,
Paraffin odours potent, floating with a Strongbow aroma.
Songs from the stereo serenade the nights shade
As we’d fry brains with high grade
Slight pain turned to five grades of titanium migraines.

We’d get shunted into premature Monday morning form, wasted,
High chasing until the poorly dawn.
Early mornings awaken to the scorching of bacon
I hate waiting to relate the week to a downpour
Sore brows, storm cloud bleak sensations
Frustrations, as I set off for education once more.

I drink to forget the now hazy school days,
Spent weeping in the fetal position,
Disarrayed dismay, weakened by the weekends prescription
My weeks are when I can’t make plans,
Sat in the sofa cushion wasteland,
Trekking, trudging over ashtray desert sands
An old hand at the bed crash land
As the pasts slipstream leaves me blasted to the presents aftermath.