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before bed musing

by Lauren Singer

in the 2 am shadow
of my window-pane bedroom
the raccoons are fighting lovers
in the fickle-footed snow.
i am listening to paganini
thinking of hungary
and pretending that i'd know what to expect
with you.

they said paganini was a saint
or satan.
civilians would faint when he played
his violin, and he looked like a vulture
in black shirt-tails.
no buttons.
people would just faint.

i am bored and sigh,
for another time
and a pair of wider eyes
that do not flaunt their
unsettled coy as they flop downwards
towards the bed-frame,
screeched on wheels away from wall
and sleeping sleeping nothingness.

01/20/2008

Posted on 01/20/2008
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