The Bedside Digital Clock Flicks Onto Midnight
D Dónall Dempsey
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Puts out
the cat
&
the milk bottles
the stars look like
little bits of broken
*g*l*a*s*s*
He lies down
dead
on his doorstep
as if he were dreaming
in his bed.
The night is cold
so...very very...cold.
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