Friday, February 5, 2016
Dust
I thought about smoking –
Should take longer
Than I’ve got to get
Cancer – Can’t take up
Drinking – used to make me
Wild – more trouble than
I’ve energy for now.
No point trying to
Sing with no one
But Duffy and Ben to hear,
Cocking their heads as they
Would, wondering what I was
Doing, losing interest – know
What that’s like. Down stairs
For all those years was her
World – no point saving it
Now, might keep a few
Pieces – let people know
She once lived here and
Was ready for relatives and
Friends with smiles to which
I’d been addicted – inhaled them
With my eyes. She didn’t seem
To mind, laughing with all
Those others – all those empty
Saucers and cups – no one will
Mind if I take them, drink
Espresso till my thoughts
Bubble and fizz – glowering
Up through the trees at the
Mountain – leaning back
In my chair – can’t
Keep dust from covering
Everything each morning
With the sun.
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