What Thought Did

What Thought Did

My heartbreak thought

that to smoke crack 

would take away the pain.

‘Just one more little rock.’

My mother thought

that to drink stout would

cure her of her cancer.

‘Guinness is good for you!’

My father thought 

that to back white horses 

would make him millions.

‘You’ve got to have a system.’

They are both dead 

and deserted now.

‘It was love that was my undoing.’

I fought with everyone 

in particular.