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after tea
I wash the china and the empty two pinter
after removing labels
and sit by the front window
watching the world waste its day as I
waste mine
sleep hits in a high backed chair
and I snore
heavy as a beached whale
drowned in litter and bile
a merry tune from an ice cream van lures my eyes half-open
with a groan and an undertone of want for another half hour
the key turns in the door
and in he storms with dreams of a woman who has dinner on the table
wearing a floral apron and ringlets cascading from her head
but I am back combed
as if I have been diddling the milkman all day long
and the meat is still just defrosting
he closes the door on the study
and again I close my eyes on the world
I wash the china and the empty two pinter
after removing labels
and sit by the front window
watching the world waste its day as I
waste mine
sleep hits in a high backed chair
and I snore
heavy as a beached whale
drowned in litter and bile
a merry tune from an ice cream van lures my eyes half-open
with a groan and an undertone of want for another half hour
the key turns in the door
and in he storms with dreams of a woman who has dinner on the table
wearing a floral apron and ringlets cascading from her head
but I am back combed
as if I have been diddling the milkman all day long
and the meat is still just defrosting
he closes the door on the study
and again I close my eyes on the world
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