Thursday 4 October 2012

PARTY, PART 3




i was here early
i had travelled alone

i am wrapped in the bedspread 
with the window open to traffic
and the movement of small monsters

i start reading
two books 
in the dead hours of the afternoon 

i drink 
a big whiskey
from a glass like a vase

it is too big/awesome and a punch to my malaise
but
too
big
for the dead hours of the afternoon

i have a nap/a rubbish one
of twitches and sweats and hiding

i dream small dreams
where i am alone
and
obsessed with an expensive office chair
with
one long hair
stretched 
down
the 
back
like a sign or a symbol or a something


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