Thought

My nights are lit

by the solitary fridge light,

and the flickering vibrancy

of bad television.

 

Torn between another beer

and sitting still,

I often do neither

or regret both.

 

Learning the day

or the time

from the inane wittering

of a presenter I should really ignore.

 

I age like cheap wine,

Badly,

I pray for company

yet fail to take calls.

 

If life has taught me anything,

I have forgotten it already,

Moved on with my worry

and cursed myself incessantly.

 

I now seek what I cannot have,

Peace and quiet,

My mind chatters like a monkey troop,

I smile at the thought.