Late at night when the house is quiet
And the neighbours are asleep
And the white flattened spheres are
Begging me to punch through their foil
Tear through the knife drawer, jump off
The roof and dance my way into hell
I walk out the door.
Down the dark streets, down the back
Alleys and dark playgrounds and empty
Churches and roaring loud pubs and
Dark corners outside street lamps,
Hooded teens huddle outside the
Kebab house ignoring me and happy.
I walk along the street.
And look up at the stars, hear the sounds
Of a sleepy city nightlife, see the little
Squares of light twinkling in the invisible
Blocks of flats and suddenly I smile, ever
So slightly. I am not […]