NIGHTFALL
leaving the magic theatre
the mannequins and marionettes
you trudge home
a reeperbahn flat
inside you
finger broken
violin strings
until late in the evening
you play out
some novel scene
you empty the bottles
the moselle and muscatel
your jinni gone
her gossamer nightgown
now swirls and drapes
the bedpost
you fumble
to light an el pablo cigar
and only white grey
smoke fills the room
there you lie
half awake
weary and sleepless
a neon cracks
through the window shade
splintering the ceiling mirror
and for a moment
you see the spider
the prey
the piecemeal man
© Breyel, Timm. "Nightfall". All rights reserved.
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