HOTEL INSOMNIA Poem by Haris Vlavianós

at night
with the full moon of contradictions
shining on the dome of your mind

you are thinking of changing roles
of finally taking the mask of grief off


yesterday
enchanted by the possibilities of your feelings you wrote:

only love as passion has meaning
every profound spirit needs a mask
- thus the subtlety of its embarrassment demands

today
under this predictable sky
you want to think
that the avenue stretching at your feet
ends somewhere -
to a final resolution of the matter
to a synopsis that will allow you to stand in awe of
the predestined unfolding of the story


your story -

in whose dramatic episodes
you seek to recognize the beckoning of affirmation
the assurance of reward


the light is glaring
"the light is always glaring"

it is late though
to leaf through the moment (life is not an argument)

no one feels like reading any more
neither do you (let the texts speak)
who exhausted by the intensity
of the last hours
pick up the phone

"a double espresso"

(as always the best sleeping pill)