peas and potato
at midnight I'm edgy
and scratchy rain
has been through and
night whistles to itself
I am wide-eyed awake
staring at the screen
expecting it to
tell me something
in its own tongue
something is brewing
something is 'up'
something is coming
'around that corner
or whistling down the river
come on, deliver -
to me' I am
crowding in on me
when I'm like this
it's probably a poem
or some other misfit
a lame secular angel
intensely looking
for attention
and worth every minute of it
and worth every
minute of it
Andrew Burke
Mt Lawley
midnight & shortly thereafter
20 july 2005
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