by Nick Power
kiss me
kiss me
before the nightshift begins
before you put your face on
before you shut out the world
before the shunt of a three-car train
carries you across the river
and back into the labyrinth
before the bluelight of this
humid room
fizzes and pops
under the weight of its own quiet
revolution
before hotel moonshiners
dream themselves
awake.
When the sun fails
and the hum of the eventide
is reticent-
I'm hanging from the silver screen
by my nails
clawing after the actress
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