It is no ones fault
except the forecasters who sold
the beds in the first place
I met a Muslim and a Scotsman
who swore in Arabic and Celt it had never
ever
happened before
the coffee liquor
and Quantro, may help me sleep tonight
to ignore the dust and stained sheets
and continue the fight.
A tattooed man smiles you see
he may be looking for someone like me
to explain the best bus routs to travel on
or the train I should board. to catch
I fasten the patio windows
double secure the latch
yet tonight I shall sleep
that much I guarantee
the house wines in my head
from the nightmare afternoon
yet it will, on a twist
set me free.
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