A Little Night Music
The night music draws
to the outer skin
An iconic tattoo
Waking – the sullen heats lust
Forcing sleep - forcing the want
Still heard the voice
echoing from within
Aping the false
image
Still awash from the night before
Late afternoon. The moment teetering
A raucous chord
smashing the night
Rasping riffs slip
across and around
Welcome to the life to come
And again welcome, to it the one and only
A French guy smoking
Gittanes
Slurping Pernod – too
iconoclastic?
The night’s dreamers and drifters
All the same as skin and bone
Leaving the night,
before drawing dawn
Offers no reprieve
just…
One whole-lot-long for the next night
That must come; to be fulfilled
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