Oh dear
oh dear
what do 
I do
maybe make 
one cup
maybe two 
the bed
is comfy
and coffee 
can wait 
give me 
the sugar 
of kisses 
oh do 
not hesitate 

As blue 
begins behind 
brown and 
between blinds
the many
little eyes 
of city
lights begin 
blinking hey
there handsome 
sleep well 
the lamp
tucked tightly 
behind begins 
to fade
like those 
who work
graveyard shifts 
calling it 
a day 

I will 
get there
having already 
been here 
too long
here sometimes 
breeds laziness 
whilst there
offers surprise
and all
sorts of 
silliness too

Giving up 
everything giving 
up it
all and
starting new
so many 
different times 
now that 
I’m more 
a comic
strip than 
a novel 
and laugh
I do 

The smell lingers 
fragrance or aroma 
it hangs there 
veils of seduction 
or cobwebs haunt 
one drapes and 
the other hides 
because it’s fresh
it does beguile 
or maybe because 
it’s stale it
repels but sweep
aside I do 
looking for dessert 
or dirty dishes