Poetry and Pandemonium

Poetry and Pandemonium

Night Chat

We’re up at 3am, again, I’m in my lead pj,

you dream blissed hang on to me, for life,

for my heartbeat, for my hotplate skin.

A hush from the wind lulls you back to sleep,

back to counting wind up sheep. I can’t help,

I can’t sleep. I rock you through the dark.

and this is what I see:

a grin of a golden Buddha, his left foot chipped,

a palm tree reaching out to applaud me,

TV screen with the jigsaw of your fingerprints,

a stray sock with a hole mocks the moon,

across the street a fox shows her cubs

how to survive in these concrete woods; I look up

at my name misspelled across the blackboard sky;

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