walked into near oblivion

walked into near oblivion
talked into turning the lights off
before it’s light again

remedies do not apply here
nor will umbrellas be needed
the pointless is still in command

the rescue team turned up at eleven
there was still smoke smouldering
from the badly burned carcass

if you hear a soft hum
it’s only me in defiance
turning day to wine

Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2018-01-02 at 22:48

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Your poems are both puzzling and mysterious, and always fresh and brilliant. Here I cherish especially the last stanza.