Where are you Sleeping away from all the pain?
thousands of miles away
those memories seem
like hollow apparitions of past selves
jaywalking over a railway track
near a mud pond where wives of fisherfolk wash their
dirty clothes ogling at the boatmen
urchins playing in the rain in grainy black and White of film-noir
paint-peeling green windows
flapping in the rainy wind
under the towering silhouettes of concrete
over a converted garage where toothless old ladies
sit staring at the night in the dark with nothing to do
you bare your face from stares of sleeping souls
tears in your eyes
lips quivering
fighting the heat
under the taxing noise of fans
away from an unused grand piano
that no one will ever play or give away
near which secrets were told
the mental patient
once broke down and cried
the middle-aged mother lost her life
right under those wndows where
I left a part of my soul
walked away into the cozy darkness
without knowing that it would be the
last of the sight
last of sound
last of life
