Two Thirty - Poem by Willis Martyn
even the dawn chorus dreams,
and I restless awake.
the relentless lack of money,
being chased without trousers.
You arriving while I am vulnerable,
taking what is most needed
and now I'm awake.
Don't get me wrong,
I've slept the sleep of an innocent man
on more than one occasion.
But now and then,
we meet at two thirty,
my fears and I.
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