FOR THOSE OF US SOON ASLEEP
by Sam Silva
The ceiling fan! The central air!
The eco-bulb without a glare
….and flickering computer screen.
This soulless privacy
of modern man
but backed down by a thousand voices too!
Demons keep me company
in this small room
with the curtain drawn
and dance the souls dread on toward dawn
and paint the wall space lavender-blue
….lush blue, these grasses never green,
which tickle the midnight heart toward dream.
Such sleepy eyes roll up and cross
….and visions dance in mutant art
configuring such ambivalent loss
as the day’s end comes to calculate
in those cool spaces of the heart….