Late Night Images

Photo by Patrick Tomasso on Unsplash

Old neon roaches begin to crawl,
Lovers ring their bells for the last call,
Cigarette butt on the left boot’s sole.
The uncanny old movie is on again
On the wet screen of a window pane;
On a white sill sits a paper crane.
There is but a step, separating the kiss
From an obvious hit to your teeth with a fist;
Adolescent black moth disappears in the mist.
And all the creaky beds moan in unison
As the hazelnut river devours me whole,
Smelling of lemons, potatoes, and popcorn