Night poems IV

12 Poems

1.
Most nights I sit and
listen to the rain as
it distracts the tinnitus
of the day,

gone past

and the irritating
high-pitched whine
of the one,
to which I am resigned,

coming up.

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2.
I cannot get you 
out of my head.

I wish you were dead

to me.

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3.
The dullest of times
are those with the
greatest of expectations.

The best, those
with zero anticipation.

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4.
Once it’s in my head
I cannot let it go.
If only I could use
this for the most
wonderful experiences
rather than the
shittiest ones.

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5.
There will come a time
when everything will shine
and you will see that,
for all my bluster,
I am okay. True. Real.
Unflinchingly kind.

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6.
Mourning your wasted time
is the very definition
of wasting your time.

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7.
Maybe you could be
my solace. 

Best we don’t meet 
in that case.

At least, 
not face to face.

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8.
Who is that person
between eight and
four-thirty.

I’ve never recognised
them nor their
abject mediocrity.

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9.
Do not confuse
brevity
with a lack of
levity.

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10.
You treat me with
such contempt - as if
I have nothing of worth
inside. 

Which I guess
is your problem. The
one you know from such
practical experience.

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11.
Sometimes
a slight hint.

Usually,
just nothing.

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12.
Do not confuse
writing in the first
person 
as implying i’m writing
about me.
Or at least, 
not this version.

Image: Penzance, Cornwall. 2021. Nikon d750