The Tenant

I'm a rabid hound,
stalking,
across the concrete fields of the cities.
With teeth desguised in ties.
with claws hidden carefully in fabric,
always Bending a careful ear
to the deaf sounds of paradise:

To moans,
crawling out of hotel windows
that glitter red and blue
under showers
of neon light.

To coffee,
being ground up
like this soul,
Boiling,
Poured into cups
for strangers to drink.

To the breath of angels
driving frantically
into dark alleyways,
trying desperately
to save my spirit.

I could have had scores
of languid girls.
Sullen devils
Craving,
to strip me of you.

To mess my apartment
with next morning boredom.
To Hang their expectations
on my walls.
On my fridge.
Everywhere they see a picture of you.

But you already live here.
You moved in.
In a room with no doors.
Where I find you
each day,
before I melt,
smiling
into the dreamless sleep.