Reader's poem; A WASTE OF TIME.Byline: MICHAEL HARVEY For Michael Harvey, the type designer and calligrapher, see Michael Harvey (lettering artist)
For Michael Harvey, the software executive, see Michael Harvey (software executive)
Michael Harvey, aka MC Harvey
I MET her on the Monday
Love was laughter
Love was passionate
Love was breathing, I could feel it
Love was mysterious and mischievous
Love became wicked and delirious de·lir·i·ous
Of, suffering from, or characteristic of delirium.
On Saturday I was slumped down
Hunched over, clutching my coat for comfort
Wishing I was not watching
Wishing I was not hearing these screaming violins echoing
In my frightened and shattered mind.
Love was indefinable, or love had just vanished
Like a crystal of salt into my sliced mind.
I woke up on Monday
My eyes glaze over glaze over
to become dull through boredom or inattention: the listener's eyes glaze over
Verb 1. , I sleep the week away.
MICHAEL HARVEY, Springwell, Gateshead.