SURVEY FROM EXILE 1

Cocooned in alien smells
the sofa and the cigarettes
the coffee cup half empty
feeling nothing only a rolling emptiness like the dull grey sky.

These are the none days
postscript to a life already lived.
The Newspaper speaks of a world
full of busy the energy of activity, anger laughter and the solemn laying on of hands
giving life and liberty to objects
the work of living
the filling out of hours.

Here there is only empty silence
and the crumpled boredom of dead leaves.

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