The Balcony

Here is no synonym of loneliness

Solitude suffonsifies and sustains

I feel evening’s mischievous caress

My modest light, a sparkling watch maintains

Your patronizing pity and concern

Fit me like pants would fit a struggling dog

Bridges produce fragrant smoke as they burn

Of sundered loves, I have a catalogue

The human heart lives by motion and change

From it, fools demand strict consistency

From my vertiginous perch, out of range

Your ugly swarm of betrayals, I see

The blue night’s beauty demands naught of me

It leaves me alone, calm and bright and free