Medicine

 

 

My neighbours battle constantly:

She slaps him with ugly pig

And he uppercuts back -

Fat bitch.

 

Sometimes when they start

I turn off the radio

So that I can tune in

To their violence.

 

I don’t understand

How two people would want

To share the same space,

To eat and sleep together.

 

Tonight there is a truce:

I can hear laughter from their TV

So I switch on the radio

And re-read a letter from

My landlord;

 

He’s finally sending someone 

To fix my kitchen tap,

It’s been dripping

For weeks.

 

I’ve done it alone

For almost a year now,

There’s been real pain

But I’m slowly getting used to it -

 

Good friends and distraction

Such as this

Have saved me.

 

I can’t imaging

Anything more terrible

Than being choked to death

By loneliness,

 

By silence.

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Dave D Poet Rhumour

Mon 27th Feb 2012 14:46

Such warring neighbours can provide a distraction from boredom, as well as material, hehe. I think of my radio as being a companion when the house is empty - and at least we can choose the conversation with that! :) Best wishes, Dave

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Yvonne Brunton

Sun 26th Feb 2012 13:52

I like the juxtaposition of the warring couple who, at least, have each other and the writer who is experiencing the loneliness of being single.

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