....
So I went to the shed
And in some cluttered corner
Under things I was saving
To do something with someday
I found, mangy and resentful
My career, emaciated.
It upset my friend the most.
I used to bring it to the office
When we worked together
Bright eyed, it would
Entertain him, fetch things
And do tricks
He had been away
And hurt to see it sick.
He had some scraps
The usual fluorescent lit terminal
Window on a light well
In some piece of listed dilapidation
Listing and sorry like an old ho
Seeking solace in a bottle
I feed it keystrokes and it might
Live through summer.
........
I used to love dawn
From any angle
The delinquent birds
Are my friends
Singing to street lights
I still love dawn
But seldom when too long up alone
The garden looks so fine
I have made a home
And grow rocket from the walls
And yet this home will fall.
I have become choosy
About my dawns
High summer Tai Chi
On still days only
When I am well rested.
The intoxicated dawns
Of ecstasy, when all
Night has been generous and warm
And these dawns
The drunks whisper so soft in the street
I hear my pen scratch.
I have so many
They can't be listed here
All dawns to choose from.
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