Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Croydon Nights

A low level chuntering tune
signifies the continuing work
of an air conditioner
in need of service.

Six lights around the room
allow sight, yet still somehow
a gloom lingers, and the warm
neutral colours seem muted.

seven hangers dangle
one coat between them
mocking the extraneity of
its empty brethren.

A tv sits unwanted, 
unwatched, and a phone 
lies bored, unused.
overpriced into silence.

A functional bed awaits 
an occupant, pillows awry 
from earlier spreading out
it promises warmth

but not sleep.

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