I can take comfort in the knowledge of an end

when sometimes the walls scream in boredom

and the curtains hang in dusty despair

no wonder people change their soft furnishings

swapping all the blue for warm and cheery colours

and the thousands of eyes watching me from every room

there’s no privacy in a house full of non events

still in quiet times

the thought of death cheers my soul

as I plump up another cushion

and flip through books on colour coordinations



copyright april 2016


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