Kai Lossgott (info@kailossgott.com) images and text ?2004

semaphore

night after night
with half-dreamt sounds
in many shades of moon
you wake me on the white stuffed
cloth forgetting
what I have forgotten:
how to scream 

long ago
I have fallen 
prey to your intrusion
through the razor wire 
laser beams and motion sensors
over walls
through locks and windows
you have burgled me
of life, of restfulness
frozen febrile to the rock 
hard pillow

at 3 AM (give or take a few)
behind the curtain
my small white hand
appears like magic
my chest 
of moth-wings like a flag unfurls 
like semaphore:
I'm here and I'm alive so don't come near me
stay away you hear, you savvy?
unless you're selling sleep

have you ever really been there in the dark?
this game; all this time
(knowing that your shadow on my house
could be your death
or mine)