It's not hard to enter a house quietly
in the dark
when weary
and drunk
with beer cans
swinging in a bag
clunk, clunk, clunk,
and a takeaway box
awkwardly tucked under one arm
while teeth
clamp keys
on a ring
jingle, jingle-ling.
When you have to hold up the wall
in case it should fall
and the light switch
mysteriously
shifted further and further along.
And you can't escape the tune,
but forget the name of the song
something like
“la-de-la-la da-dum, dum ****”
It's not hard to enter a house quietly
in the dark
when you live alone,
But,
If you don't
others will soon bawl
shout
and moan
“Will yah, keep it down;
what time d'you call this?”
It's then you find yourself giggling
at a joke
just understood
...hisss—sss-sss s....sss....s.