If I lived alone; <br />what of nightime - <br />the crinkling black <br />attacks of loneliness that <br />might creep upon me <br />feeding off what sleep might come? <br /> <br />I could succumb to daylight naps, <br />save night for stars and grunting <br />badgers snuffling through dank leaves, <br />or read those better books I promised <br />my sleepier self I would. <br /> <br />I’d say to myself that solitary <br />life suits. <br />Who's to care what time I keep <br />or if I speak aloud when a thought occurs? <br />I’d wear myself out thinking. <br /> <br />Callers would commend my inscrutable <br />regime, <br />while they drank my coffee, <br />then say “He’s lost the plot” <br />when they talk about me - and they would! <br /> <br />I’d buy my clothes from catalogues, <br />dark coloured corduroy and <br />paisley jumpers, wear cravats, <br />keep a cat and call it Francis. <br />What’s the chances <br /> <br />if I joined a lonely hearts club <br />I’d find a lady – gsoh, <br />likes staying up late. <br />But wait- I’m not alone and <br />I think I only dream when I sleep.<br /><br />James Mills<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitary-man/
