chester giles writes

moths

moths all about the room

    and grey brown bugs

with wings and skin like cigarette paper 

crawling the curtains

     broken rail 

 the book shelves

the creatures in the ceiling,

   in the attic

up through the square wood hatch

  scratching 

i can hear my neighbours

the other tenants

the moths settle on the bed sheets

   move across my skin 

and probably into my mouth when i am sleeping

nicotine yellow bugs do their thing in silver

  

up against the ash tray   

    in the bottoms of the drinks glasses

or beneath the bedside lamp

up inside its white plastic shade

on top of the hifi speaker

 small bug fucking - 

the whole room is their oyster

they must move across my closed eye lids

 moths.  

  a slight flutter

but mostly slow moving

they hold dominion

         in the 7 up cans

       the record sleeves

in between the boxes

   and the dust covers

fly out from the laundry when they want to

i try not to disturb them too much

i leave the window open

 

 Black Cloud  -- Carlos Amorales