Midnight’s lullaby.

Cold and tired as I walked to my room,
I closed the windows with no intentions to fool,
Wrapped my worried body under my clean soft sheets,
And hoped this night passed by without my useless divagations of you, before sleep.

Like chanting “goodnight” airplanes roar,
As neighbors fight, a baby mourns,
Dogs start barking and sirens call,
A bottle brakes against a wall,
Drunken bastard talks,
Cats meow, doves cry, and rats squeal.
The light-sick creatures are free at night.

It’s hard to concentrate like this,
Hard to think, hard sleep,
Hard to doze this place and run away to a soother world.

As a self-called “tough” guy endeavors to make his girl wet,
He bursts out in rage,
By realizing that the hooker he has just paid
Is nothing, but a pretty face guy with shaved legs and Monroe’s horsehair.
The light-sick creatures seek pleasure at night.

The beautiful girl next door cries for the bastard in the hall
That has left her for a no-good whore.
The gay couple living below,
Set the motion as they tune it up with Turner’s voice.
And some so-called “friends” fight,
Breaking each others’ face because they have slept with their respective wives.
The light-sick creatures’ feelings emerge without radiance at night.

It’s hard to concentrate like this,
Hard to think, hard sleep,
Hard to doze this place and run away to a soother world.

The faggot upstairs beats up his wife,
Unfairly making her responsible
Of the accumulated wrath produced of living a masqueraded life.
A worried mother bursts out in cry,
As she becomes conscious of her child’s attempted suicide.
The light-sick creatures’ desires collapse at night.

Crying, shouting, laughing,
Mourning, hoping, cheating.
Beating, squealing, squirting,
Fighting and stealing,
Painfully dying, and regretfully fading,
The light-sick creatures, in their
Own
Unique
Language
Are tenderly saying:
Goodnight.