Old Pad

2. Jun. 1996

By Alex Nuttall - Bio

In the past
When he was alone,
And had his own pad,
He was still alone,
But that was okay,
Because he was alone,
Like he was now.

In the morning
He would sit alone
at the breakfast table
Recovering from exhaustive
Drunken bedlam,
Surviving another evening
Without killing himself.

Having had a
Nutritious meal
Of grain cereal,
Low-fat milk --
Sometimes with a kiwi fruit --
He would listen to
The classical broadcasts.

A lonely dark apartment of the evening
Would become a morning home
To him with the curtains unveiling
An eastern sun to him;
There they could
Be alone together
Awake, alive and free.

He reflected,
"O Night, you did terrible things to me."

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Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Old Pad, Original Date: 19960602 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2017 – Retro-published 20180909.

The author here reveals his feelings for a place he used to live and the terrible nights that he endured there. He enjoyed the days after those evenings. The sun was there to console him.

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© Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 - 2017 - 20170907 -ABN – Ed Date: 2017-09-07 01:31