Last Night…


I’d been sitting in the kitchen,

it was pouring down outside.


Some drink had been taken,

but it wasn’t really that.


Thoughts dropped in on me,

as they do from time to time.


I opened the patio door,

stepped out into the dark.


Picked up the washing line,

that was lying on the floor.


I tied it around my neck,

just to feel something real.


Last night that’s all it was,

I think so anyway.

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