She makes him feel 'late' early.
He has drunken three white
liquid crystals and sits
on the shards of a mirror called time.
Now the lady saunters into the lobby.
She complains about her roommate
who has transferred the ownership
of her necklace. She complains
about the traffic.
In the room no. 470 they mess up
the bed, round shaped, under
an oculus on the ceiling.
Why are the mosquitoes in
an air-conditioned room?
Why do they perish as if
they have lived the high
and regret not paying the price sooner?