It’s a wonderful life lived in gratitudeSeptember 26, 2009 at 7:15 pm | Posted in australian poetry, contemporary poetry, poetry, writing | 15 Comments
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He thinks stumbling over clothes discarded
suddenly his hands forgotten. His mind
flirts with larger words whose echoes
like redemption rarely now
ring bells like vindication
free from endless red horizons
picking up the phone
he realises he has no idea
what kind of thing she eats.
Room Service, one of everything
and turns again to sleep.