LULL
And now there's no one watching over you except this building closing like a cloak across the windows til your breath turns blue inside. Refrigerator music through the walls, the whistling liquid thick as yolk; you sleep but no one's watching over you to say that building can get lonely too Between the neon and the empty Coke machines, you'd hold your breath 'til you turned blue. The night is wide awake at half past two. Those laughs which could be scream came in and woke you up but no one's watching over you to tuck you in and stuff your ears with dew. That somewhere scream gets louder like a joke does not get funnier. Morning turning blue outside, the dark goes flying through a flue. In case of fire you have to clear the smoke yourself , since no one's watching over you who cares if you exchange your breath for blue. |