Killing Time

An abstract poem, a signature, a list of names by the door. So many hands to shake, such a waste to spend the evening like this.

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Annotate
sign the guest list on my way through the door
some vague preparation for drilling fine
the rest of my rehearsal
forgone.

Ann I hate
she always turns up two hours early
empty conversation and killing time
it’s not like she could just
forget.

Annihilate
remember to bring enough shots for everyone
dead end situation but filling mine
metal shape in the hand
forged.

A nihilist
clocks count me down but I smile at the others
final culmination with willing lies
my eye contact
forced.

Anon I list
all is still now as the party is finally over
wasted expectation a thrilling ride
the name I gave
false.

Seb Reilly is a writer, fiction author and occasional musician. He lives by the sea in Thanet, Kent, with his family and two cats.

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