What Made Kevin Drink (Poetry)
03rd March 2025
Sometimes they’d find him
face-down by the road
my best friend’s brother
who’d never been one
to refuse a drink
All the neighbours knew
his reputation
from that night he wrapped
his first car around
a local lamppost
It must have been the
luck of the Irish
he wasn’t killed there
yet it didn’t stop
your man from drinking
What secret sorrow
had him lose himself
deep in a bottle
no one seemed to know
he nursed it nightly
Maybe a clue in
a book of poems
Kevin lent me once —
‘The Spice-Box of Earth’*
It’s telling, I think
(*1960s collection by Leonard Cohen)
face-down by the road
my best friend’s brother
who’d never been one
to refuse a drink
All the neighbours knew
his reputation
from that night he wrapped
his first car around
a local lamppost
It must have been the
luck of the Irish
he wasn’t killed there
yet it didn’t stop
your man from drinking
What secret sorrow
had him lose himself
deep in a bottle
no one seemed to know
he nursed it nightly
Maybe a clue in
a book of poems
Kevin lent me once —
‘The Spice-Box of Earth’*
It’s telling, I think
(*1960s collection by Leonard Cohen)