Isolation

The sky is blue.

Fat cupids dance in the clouds.

I might have a breakfast beer and watch tv.

Another parcel arrives: still no toilet paper.

More tea, kettle? The kettle hates me, and the biscuit tin is empty.

I’m so alone in Isolation.

Ghosts, sing Nick Cave songs with me.

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