1185
remains,
not mortal
tables
we can't take
cigar
box full of keys
(to
nothing for a long while now)
the
fridge apace
last
chairs
microwave
dead
aircon even
books
no one can
or
has the will to read
watches
wanting batteries
but
I don't think so
everything
yet to be painted
came
into the night
and
slipped away
from
dust
years
passed
and
the drinks go round
a
speech is made
other
centuries peer out of walls
where
the slot car flew off the track
where
dog bit guest
and
tore down blinds
here
sat by Rachmaninoff candles
and
found the speechless world
house
of echoes
like
a death tried out
now
the ashes
the
Christmas angels are gone
draw
back the curtains
day
comes
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