Empty Room

Intense red numbers accelerate on the clock-radio
Sitting sideways staring at the time escape
rapidly from the night
Unmoving

Black and white dialogue share the dim air with cigarette smoke
A green bottle rolls around on the floor by a stranger’s naked feet
The television coughs grey light and a low moan

An hour later; sleep
and vague silence sails over the hardwood room
The window rattles, shivers, and sweats

Mouths agape swallow sour space
Dreams collide on the ceiling
spinning with sullen faces and paper wings

The room, bare otherwise, exudes a musky breath
and outside, normal people begin their day
creeking towards a common place

One open eye, absorbs the stillness
bracing itself
on a cool white pillow.

 

 

 

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