Poem Bin II

(Untitled)

Can't sleep.
Rather ill. 
Hospital tomorrow.
Feel the joy.

Schrodinger.

Sleepless
Traffic lights
Partway down the hill,.
Endlessly cycle:
Red
Red/Amber
Green
Amber
Red
For empty roads.
And ghostly pedestrians.

Flashing.
Unintelligible Morse,
for an audience of
One.





Shipping Forecast. 

(Cold)

Breathing glottal stops.
No sense of direction.

North Etc.
South Etc.

I'm variable,

feeling poor.

See state:
Rough, occasionally very rough.
Invincibility, Moderate.