Random Nights

by Lori C. Brown | 2009

Times of a table click in moments
Black décor bumbles in lineage
Beams of lime smoke from a tube and the iridescent blues dress the room in sections
I am allured by fusions in a box
Till irking sounds escape cable; irritating my writing
To work with desolate exhaustion provokes my envy of sleep
Bubbling of pipe liquids make short temperamental growls
And crackles in old ones speak with interest
A foreign tongue never goes unnoticed but proceeds unapologetically
The trail; a unicorn balanced in the path of fluid smoke shows the world its mesmerizing intricacy
I am highlighting, sending flavors through pencils and dreams
I hear whistles sometimes at night
Rings from afar, buttons clicking, and noises when I pick up
In the time of speech sexual desires of benevolent mysticism swells in moist glands; pulsating with arousal but heavily simmered by laziness
Let it publish the possibilities of poems
Question its reality of what may be
Dream of what can come
I am stuck with the desired fruit
Patterns in colors that costume in suspicious fantasies and hopes
Blues in fluff suppose to be
Will the vines wrap to each limb only given leverage bit by bit
Or will they loosen so the captured heart can breathe