PARTY, PART 3

i was here early

i had travelled alone

i am wrapped in the bedspread 

with the window open to traffic

and the movement of small monsters

i start reading

two books 

in the dead hours of the afternoon 

i drink 

a big whiskey

from a glass like a vase

it is too big/awesome and a punch to my malaise

but

too

big

for the dead hours of the afternoon

i have a nap/a rubbish one

of twitches and sweats and hiding

i dream small dreams

where i am alone

and

obsessed with an expensive office chair

with

one long hair

stretched 

down

the 

back
like a sign or a symbol or a something