poipet nights


Tonight the midnight giant
coal-red upon the wall
in silent sleepless
soliloquies of dreaming.
The air whispers
cool around us
sifted by unseen hands
by the thousand
sighing daemons of
and evapouration
how quietly the processes
of life proceed
that keep us from burning.

Come to the window
sweet is the night air.

No sleep here tonight
in the midnight roaring
the endless churning
of dust upon the sea of milk
will not unwind myself
unspool itself back
upon the black
and bottomless
unconscious ocean floor
of sleep
not yet,
we small creatures
that come and go
shadow cats
slipping beneath seats
sliding around the careless feet
of strangers,
we come and go

at the end of decadence.

O love that will not
let me go.

And outside the great river
roars on
insatiable capitalism’s
carrying crushed shadows
and cargos of souls
out to the distant,
tail-backed night border.
Along the road
black Shiva walks naked
back to his home
beneath the burnt papaya.


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