Monday 17 October 2011

what becomes

Sat in the kitchen

the fluorescent light
is between a hum
a buzz
and a drone

I can hear the freeway

If I fall back asleep now
I will wake up
old and empty
with a pen and tv guide
I will have

forgotten

Yes I like it here in the kitchen
right now
I like the walk to the petrol station
under the bridge
a cool winter night
I like the pint-size cans
of cheap lager
that I consume
with such vigour

I like the sounds

I like it here in the kitchen
right now

I can hear the freeway
and choose to wonder
or not

what may be..