Archive for June 12th, 2011


By Harry Calhoun

3:15 a.m. and I want to light the television
against the night, but the shows are banality
and late-night horror. I’ve had enough of both,

and candles lit would remind me of lovemaking.
I would probably forget to quell their flames
and burn down the house in a smoky mess.

The dog sleeps quiet as innocent night,
contented and curled into himself.
From this I take some measure of hope,

flick the light off my thoughts and try
to head back into candleless, TV-free sleep,
the slumber of the uneasy waking to a slender diet

of more of the same in the dim but certain light
of tomorrow, the cigarette glowing,
burning too close to the filter.

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