The creaking house at night keeps me awake
Who is that creeping over the floorboards?
Or does the heating system simply make
Strange beatings to water and metal chords?
Such sleepless nights are when the time affords
Such thoughts repeating replayed fantasies
Defeating tiredness. Wives turn into bawds
Treating the mind to kindness and cruelties
Intertwined, meeting niceness with naughties.
But keeping up these pleasantries so fake
Is just like counting sheep in woolly hordes
As they leap over gates, over fences.
And so the night’s noises retreat, the quake
Of radiators receding backwards.
Tue 22 Apr 2008
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