Late Night Poem by Tony Nesca


“where were you last night?” says laura from the washroom down the hall,
“at a party on langside” says mike
looking through fridge finds an O.V. hands shaking
he alright moonlight in the window,
moon high above central park everything shakes
under the neon cigarette lit bottle tipped forwards
laura comes out of the washroom down the hall
enters room in black underwear pierced nipples
wet hair trailing down her back,
hair jet-black and thick like the devil”s she smiles
mike puts his arm around her soft kisses
in the neon moonlight everything shakes….