A cold house, all business, trousers, formal shirts The setting summer sun draws in the cruel return to work I set up the sad lamp to replace some of the rays To repair the damage wrought by the shortening of our days A shot at lifting mood in a world that’s turning dark A mad-bloodContinue reading “September”
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Lost
I am not me I went out one day And found that I had lost myself But where? I failed to notice. There was no sudden change Or pin-pointed moment of awareness of its misplacement Did it fall out of my pocket? Slip out with an exhalation of breath? There was no abrupt instant ofContinue reading “Lost”
Poetry for Dullards 