MIDNIGHT FLICKS OVER INTO TOMORROW
"Henry, Henry...?"
his wife's voice
getting shriller and
shriller
he
doesn't answer
her
can't answer her.
Midnight flicks over
into tomorrow
with a little green click
from fluorescent numbers.
It seems as if
she's in the next room.
A piece of solid
reality but
she's not
only a disembodied voice.
She's been a ghost now
these 20 years.
"Henry, Henry..!"
the parrot says again
so much her it seems
she has been reincarnated
Martha
as Polly.
The parrot growing old
with him.
Edith Piaf sings
on old shellac
"Sans amour on n'est rien du tout!"
The parrot joins in on
every "du tout."
"Coming dear..!" he smiles "...coming!"
the parrot scolds him when it sees him
"So there you are!"
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 4:21 PM UTC
MIDNIGHT FLICKS OVER INTO TOMORROW
"Henry, Henry...?"
his wife's voice
getting shriller and
shriller
he
doesn't answer
her
can't answer her.
Midnight flicks over
into tomorrow
with a little green click
from fluorescent numbers.
It seems as if
she's in the next room.
A piece of solid
reality but
she's not
only a disembodied voice.
She's been a ghost now
these 20 years.
"Henry, Henry..!"
the parrot says again
so much her it seems
she has been reincarnated
Martha
as Polly.
The parrot growing old
with him.
Edith Piaf sings
on old shellac
"Sans amour on n'est rien du tout!"
The parrot joins in on
every "du tout."
"Coming dear..!" he smiles "...coming!"
the parrot scolds him when it sees him
"So there you are!"
