Block it out or let it in, it makes no difference
Standing sleepless peering out the window
Into the murk full of wobbling shapes
Horrible sickly yellow streetlights discolouring
Even the passing car (which yes, is out for you)
And the burnt-edge palms swaying in August wind.
He called a few times before midnight
I did not answer but thought vaguely I am fine
Do not worry because we are undefined shapes
Or some similar perfectly sensible statement
I decided to press it out like maybe through a filter
As my field of vision edged in, narrowed, tunnelled
Blackly and fuzzed out in tune with my scattered thoughts.
Faint music played somewhere, pro