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a poem by Brenton Booth


I lay in bed and Hemingway
is here
as is Chekhov
& Dost
& the cheap fan blows
& the songs have all changed
& reason now needs company
& even doubt has its limitations,
on this silent night in Kings Cross
at 2:34am
& I am the only person in Sydney
with the lights on;
waiting on the sun,
waiting on the rain,
waiting on the invisible forces
of nowhere to come and
take it all away --
while the flag flies,
while the body aches,
while the whore smiles,
while the town destroys
the city: I wait
for the new day
to come
and take over.

© by Brenton Booth
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #21 ~ May 2012