Poetry Blogs (sleepless night)
You've already left.
537 miles North of me, of us.
I'll ruffle up to join you in four (agonising) weeks
but to my unconcerned shame,
I'm too sad to sleep in that bed without you, too ungoverned.
Nostalgia, even the warm kind, is too much feeling for me.
Something about it has always made my lipids curdle
and an unpleasant tickle cloud in my brain.
The street ou...
Tuesday 30th March 2021 9:40 am
At the end of the day
The rain now steadily falls
I’ve laid here for hours
Waiting for sleep to come
Keeping my mind company,
I’ve put a few records on
Spinning my favorites and laying low,
Leonard, Elliot, Thom, and Isakov,
Each song delivers a blow
Throwing me back to years ago
I’ve laid here in the dark for so long
It’s too much trouble to turn the lights on
My mind is heavy
Wednesday 6th May 2020 10:08 pm
Thursday 2nd October 2014 6:27 pm
a night too quiet
yet, even in it’s silence,
not quite enough for me
now in my head those words were read
by Richard Burton
but then she came calling in the hours
when there aren’t yet enough digits on the clock
and I ignored the advice of William S Burroughs, or some other I forget,
and told her to fuck off, leave me to the monotone
test card transmission, t...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 6:04 am