Laila Ruiz

Rookie (2/5/89 / Madrid)

Sleeping Pill - Poem by Laila Ruiz

Tonight, no scents nor lullabies.
Only musty tabacco breaths
on a watercolored blanket
of blue petals.

I have failed the concert of crickets
and the verses of the Kor'An.

Outside, the moon swallowed by a puddle of beer and piss.
While the lights of the Four Towers
are rows and columns of dead stars.
Perfectly aligned in their midnight graves.

Still, I will not go gently.
I crawl around fluffy black cushions.
Praying for nightmares and rape.

Etho-chlorysed.
Strangely happy.

I can feel
my stories and revolutions tip-toeing away-
the universe is still.

And these blotches of red behind my eyes,
where my maps and ghosts float before me.

Multiplying, unfocusing, unconcluding
Once or twice, one of them insisting -
getting heavier and heavier,
spoiling all the others.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 26, 2009



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