HAUNTED BLUES [NOIR POETRY 365]

[HAUNTED BLUES]

the hole won't shut up

he keeps stuffing things in it 

to make the singing stop

old poetry books too real to reread

soft cruel gloves used for stifling flames

withered flowers from a garden 

he has long forgotten to feed

a pair of kind stinking carpet slippers 

his second favorite purple pen

the hole eats it all and keeps singing 

a haunting ballad in a foreign language 

the meaning of which he wishes

could truly get lost in translation

. . .

Patrick Watson - Je te laisserai des mots