Modern poetry of nightlife

Push the door open.

Smoke filled the air.

A lively party

A group of lonely souls

without doubt

They are guests at the party.

here

The sound is not noisy.

Most of them behave themselves.

Stay quietly in the most suitable position.

Only smoke from the kitchen chimneys curled up.

Present the most beautiful scene

On a single bed against the wall

A child of one or two years old.

There are still tears on the sleeping face.

A beautiful girl dressed in fashion.

Hair is still so fluffy.

The cuffs are so dirty.

She must have stayed up all night last night.

He wants to sleep.

But he owns the house.

He wants foster parents, a wife and children.

He has to run his clock more often.

He slept wearily next to the child.

The slippers changed direction after being left behind.

The kettle on the stove makes a sizzling noise.

It must work hard.

Complete the task assigned by the master.

The quietest thing is the ashtray in the corner of the table.

I was just bathed by my master today.

So nobody cares.

Lonely creature

Have your own soul at will

Or quiet.

Or mutter something.

Or rules

Or a collection of misdeeds.

done

Dice was thrown again and again.

look worried and depressed

Laughing like crazy.

Who knows the reason best?

Just ask the cigarette butts in the ashtray.