SA DERNIÈRE NUIT SUR TERRE

Lipstick kiss
on glass & cigarette.

The cigarette
still smoking itself.

Curtains billow into the room
as the night sets sail.

Moonlight slides
over rocks.

The music sticks on a scratch
adrift on a sea of shellac.

The music stutters.

It appears as if she
has just left the room

or is just about to
return?

The clock gives time
a good ticking off.

It is a long way
down.

A seagull
screams.