Late Night

Late Night The woods in the fireplace is glowing embers, promise nothing but an ending. In a yard a dog bark to hear its loneliness, I tell it to stop it hears me, curls up and goes to sleep. I take a safety pin thread its needle end through my ear lobe and I do the same with the other ear. The blood is white like water, painless and impartial. I look in the mirror and see nothing that looks like a pirate. No escape from boredom and I remove the pins. The dog’s wakes from its slumber, barks. My ears hear Nirvana’s echo rippling on the shores of eternity.