Thursday, November 4, 2010

A Poem: Starry Walls

I woke up this morning with glide in my eyes
And bones protruding from my temples
Looking like a defaced Monroe

The moon seemed to whisper in my hair
‘the rockets are ready for the launch
and the sandwiches we made were left in the counter,
I can hear empty triangles
the ink glittering in the dark
lighting up the ceiling.

You are sweating next to me
breathing slowly sound sleep
I am watching you with one eye
the smoke coming out of your nostrils

Almost visible.

And with a kiss I steal from you
I go back to my pillows
Sinking into the dark side of a starry wall

So full of secrets.

All illustrations, paintings and poems (c) 2010 Bon Nielsen