Put the cigarette out.
The night is falling down,
climbing the pines in the back yard.
The smoke is drifting under the ceiling,
sketching grotesque paintings,
of unforgotten memories.
Put the needle on.
Let the music crawl around the room,
inevitable and slowly like leprosy,
dwell with it.
Your hand is strong now!
Put some hard drink in it,
hold tight to it.
The moon appears,
dispersing the grey clouds,
penetrating the shades.
What was before
will never be again.
And now it is time.
Open your eyes!