Once again the bells ring

I am out of sorts,
phoning desperately
to hear dull voices
unaffected by my tone.
There is no point in trying.

My sofa carries the sounds
of a snoring friend
exhausted by the difficulty
that we both faced
yet I cannot rest.

I long to eat soon,
and the young girls
that read my poetry,
I hope that they send me
their youth.

It is christmas
and all I have
 is a desire
to be somewhere else,
someone else
writing something
more in touch with the spirit
of the day.

Yet, here I am.