The Dust Mite Chatter Poem by Michael William

Another night
slipping silently away.
You sit back
and watch the way
time dances back and forth
between the bottles
before lighting another cigarette

but what did you expect
some kind of meaning
some kind
of message written in the ash
on the floor
some sort of mystical logic
in the chattering

be careful of these thoughts
the dust is watching
and it doesn’t take your
insolence lightly
be careful
the night
doesn’t like to be disturbed
by one such as you

better to concentrate on the next drink
or the next girl or the next
decent meal and ignore the dust-mites gathering
in the corner
especially since there’s nothing you can do
to stop them
and if they’re after you
you’ll know soon enough
and they’ll be plently of time to worry about it then.