Nachtigall
Mitglied
Wait
An ashtray
dull word cartridges
shadows
in room's center.
My thoughts,
shelter-less,
merged into
the tablecloth's red.
Behind the bar,
but sumptuous heart,
clinking glass and
glances.
Silence
An ashtray
dull word cartridges
shadows
in room's center.
My thoughts,
shelter-less,
merged into
the tablecloth's red.
Behind the bar,
but sumptuous heart,
clinking glass and
glances.
Silence