March 29th, 2026Local Lines

My watch was blind

I woke down this morning.
My bed got out of me
and I felt a whole lot better.

I walked out of my house
and the bridge threw me
across Five Mile Creek.

The library was free.
It crossed at the traffic lights
and asked me to come inside

I said I had to go to work.
The library said: Why go to the city?
I’m a perfect workplace.

I opened a book on relationships.
The words turned into chocolates.
I ate some and wondered why

I wasn’t committed. Some of my exes
thought I should have
been … committed ….

My house appeared between bookshelves
and nagged at me to come home
so I borrowed the book and we left.

The TV watched me as I ate more chocolates.
My bed came trotting out for a cuddle
so I hopped in.

I took a ride into the bedroom
and closed my eyes hoping to eventually
fall asleep or … in love.

– Myron Lysenko

Myron Lysenko has published seven books of poetry. He lives in Woodend and convenes the monthly spoken word event Chamber Poets at the Woodend RSL.

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