Not a Drop by Saul Bennett

I have wasted so many things 
In my life

Love 
Time 
Money 
Youthful energy 

But I have never wasted
A drop of whisky.
Poured it very carefully,
Drained every glass,
Finished every bottle,
The empties displayed like trophies.

I allow it into my room every night.
Better than sleeping pills,
Kinder than a stranger’s caress
In a cold room at midnight.


Saul Bennett is a 43-year old poet from a small town in the North Of England. He is an observer in a working class dimension. He has had poems published in Moss Puppy, Roi Faineant, Vocivia amongst other publications in the U.K. and USA. He can be found on Twitter @SBennettpoet.