Saturday, March 2, 2019

Cotton Moiré




No Room For Comfort


A silver coat across your back
A tiny chest: a treasure
Some violets in ceramic ware
And fixtures to your floor
Your Cotton Moiré I stitched long
And lovelier the window pane
The blues on greens are beautiful
To eyes that chose to see
A Chrysanthemum, a patch of leaves
Scenic is the view
I too an icon on your chest
A fixture in the scene


Sometimes your ceiling head
Vibrating cause my ear to quiver
As neighbor’s feet syncopate
Like wooden sticks on steel
Drums beating time above my head
Nighttime, noontime, early dawn
Holds me in a wakened nightmare
With their demonic hammering,
In you I speak in tongues that call
These foreigners’ restless beasts
I adorned you for my pleasure room
Comfort my endeavor and there is
Never a dull moment within your walls






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