I Was A Friday Night! Poem by Mark Heathcote

I’m with them,
I’m a wallflower
I was a Friday night!
A clatter of bees all burning frenetic wings
Bumbling, alone, alone
Drinking amber-nectar to a soothing song
Cutting ties to the hive
Pretending I’m just fine, I’m okay,
But honesty, it was all lies
I felt like I could just willingly die
Oh, ah… I’m with them,
I’m a wallflower
I was a Friday night! Wallflower!
I was a creepy-crawly spider
With eight googly ochre yellowing eyes
I’m a starfish, arm and legs, doubled at my side.
The sea I’m sleeping on is an empty market stall
There’s no one loving enough to heckle me care or call…
But honesty I’m just fine, I’m okay, I’ll make it to work!
When I hear the dawn chorus, black bird
The clatter of bees all bumbling, tirelessly alone
Drinking amber nectar to a soothing song
Severing new ties, waking from their short lived Zzzz…
Oh, ah, I’m with them that teenage throng
I’m a wallflower!
I was a Friday night! Wallflower!
Amen! Amen! I didn’t crash and burn, I didn’t cry
Although I felt at times I could just willingly die
Amen! Amen!
Next weekend, we can do it all again…
With burning wings
One of these days I might just hear how
A real angel not a bellyful of real ale sways sings.
When I hear the dawn chorus, black bird
The clatter of bees all bumbling, alluringly alone
Drinking amber nectar to a soothing song
Severing old ties, waking from their short lived alcoholic Zzzz…
Above these goddamn, grey clouds… in their only, lover’s arms.
Oh when the trees the poplars sway back and forth in the breeze
Remember me and for a fleeting second close your eyes and freeze.