* i'm a singing skeleton

Poetry

 

i'm a singing skeleton

i'm the ghastly-ghostly

master of the full-moon night

 

and i stand at dusk

compelled, a must

in the shadows before your open window

 

you think you're seeing

a nasty dream

but actually

 

that nasty dream is

seeing

you

 

it peers at you from between the curtains

a glint of passion haunting

its empty eye sockets

 

its skull satiatingly spherical

 

rising from its bony windpipes comes

a spurned

love-purr

 

i'm a singing skeleton

an abhorrent watchman of spirits

cloaked in your silk curtains in the darkness

 

but today, i am called

LOVE

and there's no other name to be found

 

 

Translated by Adam Cullen


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