and if you that night had swung

And if you that night had swung,

say, from a rope tied to the rafter…


What then? Would I have lived

like the dead, long years

piled high in dust… Until,


when? Friend,

I’m dying.

O, sterile!

Wind. I saw


myself in the mirror,

mile a minute.

Going for it, you. You

ask for it, you do.

Would I live


my days in that

first floor flat

in London…Friends

dead, or gone

to some

other hole they call

home. It hurts,

yes it does.



2 thoughts on “and if you that night had swung

  1. thanks John. Hope you got my private message. struggling to get the hang of this site. none of my comments hav e come through. only my replies.

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