Sanctum Sanctorum
I think I’ve lived enough now to be lonely
and be mad about it. I might as well rent out
a warehouse and sit there, scowling, every
goddamn light on , surrounded by loneliness.
I might as well hire back the angel who quit me,
spent veteran of my staying up too late
thinking. I’d make him put on some grimy
coveralls, sweep up the place now and then,
and stagger a half block, hauling the trash can
out in the rain to the empty street, and then
I’d make him come back again.
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026