Copyright jim ferguson 2017

bedtime

 

  just

  peace and quiet

 

 )remarkable

 

sitting

 

            -dead of

 

          -middle of

 

         -centre of

     

             

             nucleus of night

 

   as if the dark has a centre

 

 

   breath in

   breath out

 

 

 keep going

  because you can hear it

 

 

 dead of night

  is only absences

  nothing real

 

 

  absence of sun

  absence of others

 

 

 before a single slice

  of dawnlight

  tells you

 

   

          you are lonely too

 

 

         

 

                                           )fucker

No. 19 from

twenty fragments for Eva

 

  19. often the rich complain

 

 

  often the rich complain

  that the poor are living too long

 

  the poor just use up resources

  that could better be used by the rich

 

  those unproductive ones who live too long

  are draining the rich of a source of their profits

 

  yet i don’t see the rich all queuing to die

  before their natural time – in reality quite the reverse

 

  i wept for my wee dying mother

  who didn’t have time

 

  to do all the things that she wanted

 

  all of her life she was poor

  all of her life she worked in a job

 

  where the air poisoned her body

 

  i did not hear the rich complain

  about such working conditions -

 

  though they were busy aboard their yachts

  catching sun-tans and sending out orders -

 

  it is always all right for the poor to die this way

  but the rich never say, please let me die this way too

hurt and happiness

 

  sun rising just   sky dark blue

  birds sing in the high trees

  park empty   not quite morning

  yet   just the hum of occasional cars

  she sleeps downstairs

  being in work helps her sleep

  makes it sound

 

  i lie in bed and doodle this

  hoping the hangover doesn’t

  get worse all the time

  spent drinking causes something

  and there’s something

  at the root of it too

  something i do not understand

 

  one sure thing is that it’s easier

  to get started than to stop

  stopping

  the hardest thing is painful

  sleep is fitful

  the shakes induce a creepy fear

  thinking of an epileptic fit

  every muscle heavy and sore

  twitching and tense   dick

  frances on the radio  -a thriller

  sunrise could be beautiful

  and safe   light as cloud

  news on the radio

  world service of the bbc

 

  what does it mean to be in love

  when all the news is tragic

  bait to hook depression

  when will it end?

  the fear

  the self-inflicted wounds -

  things hurt

  things give happiness

  that’s about the way it goes...

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