Take cover for I am on the
prowl again. Dredging through
past gardens of placidity, seeking
out any chink of light which could
pierce the armour which encircles
what was once my heart.
I pace the floor and ignore what
convention holds. 'Night time is for
freaks and ghouls' - welcome to
the ghoulish freak show. Rule out
driving out to the coast, the weather
is unkind and besides, my flask is broke.
Arm my bedside table with Norfolk
Punch, Melatonin and Chivas Regal
and sit on the bed awaiting the
challenges that are to come. Open
the notebook, tattered and torn, to
a free page and begin to write.
Silence wraps its cool arms around me.
I ponder wiring my headphones to
the stereo and listening to Chet Baker.
Nothing could kill this silence.
Better this than the heat and sweat of