Rainy evening

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I’ve lain here many moments now,
On this stained, spring-snapped mattress,
Listened to the reverberating echo of silence,
And then to the slow dull murmur,
That repeats itself incessantly.
Watching the stream of water,
That runs the skylights surface,
A tireless reflection of my insomnia.

Above me the drowning ebb of weighty clouds,
Hangs high and full.
The sky, a backdrop of black,
Clouds adding grey mottled omnipotence.

Outside the streetlights spatter out weak lustre,
As if it were saliva slipping down to reach,
Gum trodden paving stones,
Joining with the streams of water,
That tumble, in an effort to escape the urban world,
Down the litter lined gutter.

She’s lain here next to me,
For just as long,
My mind exploring fantasies that will never be,
She doesn’t love me, she never has.

My eyes now join,
The skies unhappy chorus.


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