Midnight Or So Poem by Jonathan Land

Midnight Or So

Rating: 3.1


A slow drink
A pillow unturned for a while,
maybe a little too long
A portrait of a sad girl I
have never met
All tomorrow's clothes, set up
neatly among, above the wreckage
A rusted coin of 6 flip sides
(and aren't B-sides a lonely commodity?)
An empty bookshelf, overloaded
with books
A dream, weaving itself from an armchair,
that becomes a wheelchair
A wall of cobweb and white
A lullaby

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Jonathan Land

Jonathan Land

Jerusalem, Israel
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