Scott Shaw Poems

as I look out of the nighttime window
a window that looks down across the Chao Phraya River

I look
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like a gray fog of wet emptiness
covering all realms of my vision
covering all realms of my thought
it is raining so hard, I can’t even see the road
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the nighttime dangles its emptiness
refusing to caress the dawn

the passion it drains out of us
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the wind is blowing
Tokyo's winter confronts me

confounds me
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the red wine flows like blood
the blood that poured out of her veins

I was not there to see it
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an empty bottle of wine

drink
myself to sleep
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