cutlery back
in the rack
dishes washed
and stacked
party’s over
that’s a wrap
back to normal
one and one
one and none
when day is done
comfort
quiet
almost humdrum
and I will take it
lying down
or supine
reclined in my rocker
company is fun
but ever so slightly
exhausting
best enjoyed
from time
to time.
the morning paper downloads in a flash the morning what? tiny line bleeds straight across my tablet and in seconds voilà all is revealed...
on the numbers and the stars and she is back in dreamland on the lotto on the ‘scopes pumped with false hope and fingers crossed and...
hope drifts in like fog a whisper a suggestion of a maybe on a Saturday in the morning when the tank is dry bank balance said goodbye to...
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