bird outside the cat's window

all night if I could

get through the day

tomorrow with no sleep

less likely as eyes

start to gain some

wait until tomorrow

to make sense

of the smokeless room

and the lungs

supposedly start

to repair themselves

right away

all night long

black pen with refills

available on the table

next to two candles

now extinguished

with care to avoid

the JC tragedy

the eleven train

reminds him of those days

sitting with Belmont Blue

hours pass without

exchanging words

all night long

the pain in the left wrist

won’t soon stop

like the bird singing

outside the cat’s window

as if it knows

the cat is trapped

behind the screen

all night long

with the silent sounds

and over street songs

sent downward

from whatever type of bird

remains awake this late

reflection in the mirror-like

tip of the pen

says I could go at this

all night long…