The stars look tired, lifeless
light rays
replaced it and this wrong, pale
lantern glow silent a house.
closed the shutters, locked the door
such protection.
Behind the white plastic cleaning
did you sleep in the lied.
Grim smoke from my cigarette,
burns itself into the pupil.
A tobacco remaining on my lip.
A young moon falls from the cliff,
washes clean in ground fog.
I step from the dump, go home.
© 2009 Simone wedge
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