Full moon above
Jakarta
Last night
covered by clouds...
Now heat
blasting my shadow
flat
against the white
paint
blistering in summer
sun
after being stroked
with foul
acidic smelling
skin burning
remover
Grasping the spatula
I scrape the
disintegrating
blisters from the
grey-brown
wooden wall
my nostrils
seemingly seared with
tin
my throat
parched cracks
like a dried salt lake
my mind drifting in
insane desires
to drink a gallon
of ice-cold Coke
Muffled
inside the house
Debussy’s “Claire de
Lune”
begins to waft gently
through air
I stop
get down from my
scaffold
set my sneakered
burning feet on green
grass
I listen
silently
quenching my thirst
with warm water
Stepping away from the
wall
I cast my gaze through
the bay window
and see you
cool
caressing the piano
millions of light
years away
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I did some house painting when I was a teenager. Thanks for registering and rating my book so highly.
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