Scribbled in the dark

Fotografia de Vino Li

 

Sat up

Like a firecracker

In bed,

Startled

By the thought

Of my death.

*****

Hotel of Bad Dreams.

The night clerk

Deaf as a shoe brush.

*****

Body and soul

Dressed up

As shadow puppets,

Playing their farces

And tragedies

On the walls of your room.

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Oh, laggard snowflake

Falling and melting

On my dark windowpane,

Eternity, the voiceless,

Wants to hear you

Make a sound tonight.

*****

Softly now, the fleas are awake.

Charles Simic