I know you know

That same man is on the street below your window.
The light is low his face obstructed.
You know he’s there and he knows you are too.
Cigarettes burning away in both your hands.
Telephone is silent and glass half full.
Telephone is an ominous blackbird –
you killed it a few days ago.
Before that the mirrors lost the war,
guitar and songs of a revolution you believed in.
In the hallway on a hanger a coat and a hat are waiting.
You ask who your friends are?
Did any woman ever really love you?
Leave the armchair and seize your answers in the bathroom
you broken man of the desert
who harbors a cactus in place of a heart.
On every razor there is a testament that life is a dream.
Remember how you dreamed illusions away
like skirts fluttering in the wind.
You can run away from memories
try to forget the smells
close your eyes, still you see the flags.
None of them stand for freedom.
Freedom is a dress caught in the spring breeze.
The clock on the wall has struck you out.
It is silent but for the water dripping in the bathroom.
A hat and a coat on a hanger
and a man below a window waiting.
Both of you know it’s time of the last cigarette.