Late Night

Late Night and Early Morning: Several Photos and a Poem.

Two Headed Monster; On Its Breath, Hell.

I saw the Sun pulled down by a malevolent man

I applauded, jerking him off with  my stiff hand.

Softly, he breathed, he wished me dead.

On my knees I clapped and gave him head.

There, at the records scratch,

I saw the door latch.

As, in my heart

The spider’s eggs hatched.

I looked around

for something to see,

But all was desecration

Posing as me.

Dames

©2004.

Photos tonight around Harbour and Tsimshatsui.