(no subject)
The amber hue of loner spotlights bathes
Solitary benches, those who sat before
Have long since left amongst the homeward swathes
So that nothing remains except itchy spores
That sting the eyes, the smoky musk of tea,
Computers humming whilst they sleep’
A task more difficult for those who meet
In bedrooms staled in disuse - clouds bleed
From grey to red to grey again, ahead
The sluggish task begins as slumber ends
But those who lay awake only the dread
Of nights of hounded lethargy remains
Those crazed in restlessness, with hourly chimes,
Repeats of shows not worth watching the first time.
Solitary benches, those who sat before
Have long since left amongst the homeward swathes
So that nothing remains except itchy spores
That sting the eyes, the smoky musk of tea,
Computers humming whilst they sleep’
A task more difficult for those who meet
In bedrooms staled in disuse - clouds bleed
From grey to red to grey again, ahead
The sluggish task begins as slumber ends
But those who lay awake only the dread
Of nights of hounded lethargy remains
Those crazed in restlessness, with hourly chimes,
Repeats of shows not worth watching the first time.