Looking out
beyond dark
the night sky
reflects you
beside me
in the glass
of the large
windowpane.
Others selves
beyond us
you and I
the bright light
of the lounge
in this house
and locked ward
for the mad
or so seemed.
Radio
playing Jazz
smooth light stuff.
We light up
cigarettes
staring out
at darkness
and pale moon.
You depressed
feeling low
out there death
stares at us
you utter
beyond this
another
world turns and
turns and turns
behind us
the other
kind of mad
just like us.
I listen
to that sad
poetry
recalling
us last night
in that side
room off the
ward on that
bed. Behind
us a nurse
passes in
a rush and
others pass
in a crowd
and a light
buzzing bright
blares out loud.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
Looking out
beyond dark
the night sky
reflects you
beside me
in the glass
of the large
windowpane.
Others selves
beyond us
you and I
the bright light
of the lounge
in this house
and locked ward
for the mad
or so seemed.
Radio
playing Jazz
smooth light stuff.
We light up
cigarettes
staring out
at darkness
and pale moon.
You depressed
feeling low
out there death
stares at us
you utter
beyond this
another
world turns and
turns and turns
behind us
the other
kind of mad
just like us.
I listen
to that sad
poetry
recalling
us last night
in that side
room off the
ward on that
bed. Behind
us a nurse
passes in
a rush and
others pass
in a crowd
and a light
buzzing bright
blares out loud.
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