Robots Dream In Black and White - Kolya

We talked…

Like noises

That go away…

When lights turn on

Stuccoed wallpaper matted my tunnel vision

As if I were walking into a canon

To get to the sunrise at the other end

Jazz spilled onto the streets

And oiled puddles depleted by trampled impatience

I paid attention to shoes now…

I paid attention to shoes mostly wet

Footprints piled upon each other

And became a linoleum carpet for the pavement

Being not invisible, but revealing nothing

We huddled into the corner…

And professed our innocence

I half expected myself to wake up in different skin

Or at least to smell a little differently

I stayed awake most of the early morning

The dawning sun backlit the sumac bush behind my drawn shades

Pulling the strings

Pulling the strings

I rose