By: Patrick
Calmness
In a hectic world.
The soft whisper
Of slippers
On the marble floor
Is unrelenting.
Twisted surgery scars,
The creamy haze of stale cigars,
A beer in a special glass,
Splintered hearts
In an ornamental vase.
Step from scene to scene,
Locked in that world for hours
Until all that remains is
The drift:
The soft whisper,
Calmness.