I’m bored without you here
When you are here
You don’t know me
My home has no peace
When you’re here
The film is half way through
I turn it off a moment or two
It’s lonely without you
But it’s peaceful too
In the valley of December
There’s a moon strafed, time scraped silence
The cat is real, the flat is still
The wind blows ridges in the air
Some days it’s like a grave here
Everything’s a fright
Lonely in the winter light
But not as lonely as it seems
I just like to escape to my dreams
Or sit and dull my life down
Watching TV without any sound
I love my art
But my art doesn’t love me
It sits on my easel
Waiting to be fee
I feel I must be trapped inside a TV
I have to give up
There’s no love