Morning Song
Words are the poison in a song
on the track of the song’s night road
police sirens aftertaste
the alcohol of sleepwalkers
waking up, a headache
like the window’s transparent speakers
from silence to a roar
learning to waste a life
I hover in the birdcalls
crying never
when the storms have filled up with gas
light rays snatch the letter
unfold it and tear it up
by Bei Dao
Posted on Monday January 25th
