Society’s net
by Frank Watson
bohemian child,

                                    your midnight song


of lights

and twilight

’s
square, the city’s

border—beware


bohemian child


your bamboo hut,

the notes played out

in silhouettes

—
and you know that’s all there is 

bohemian child


the nets

have spoken, invisible

—
or not—and you—Bukowski

are not


bohemian child—
                                    is this your midnight song?



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All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2013