What’s on my desk at home this cold evening?
My laptop, of course; it’s front and central
(I’d get a bad back typing and sitting
On the sofa); from it snakes a cable
Or three; a thin white microphone that’s all
Ready to be sung into; reluctant
To sing tonight. I am tired, I am ill
Or scared, maybe? I’m not sure what I want.
Camera and telephone in the distant
Left corner. On the right side, two writing-
Related books, with their disposable
Advice and two years of dust, dominant
But ignored, piles of CDs covering
Once promising, past sell-by date titles
Thur 5 Feb 2009
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