The red room

Just a thought while walking home

There is a red room

In the boxed wall

Of the crowded building

On the quiet street

Above the restaurant 

Next to my home

In Taipei

And as I walk

I look...

wondering what they are doing

In that bright room

Of the ugly building 

Among the whispering city

That doesn't know my tongue

I imagine a woman lives there

In her modern denim 

Black straight edged bob

With maroon lacquered lips

And I wish i knew her...

No kitchens...in a room like that

Only take out and shopping bags

Motorcycle keys and a mini fridge

One bed and and a closet

And a graveyard of toothbrushes

Why won't she look out?

While I'm staring in...

To the little red cube

In the concrete slab

Amid the closed shops

On the jagged street

Two blocks from my plain white room

In Taipei

 

Reviews

[Dripping Chocolate Madn..]

I love it a lot.
Reminiscent of some of Tom Waits' stranger works (what's he building in there)
Lovely cadence.
Delicious imagery.
I want one for my very own.