Mikael Novac

-Hello?
No one answers.

It's pitch black and I can't even see my own hand.

Not that the darkness scare me,

but the fact that I’m naked startles me a bit.
Am I awake?
Or am I still asleep, I wonder.
An awkward feeling hits me and something is obviously wrong.
Overwhelmed by the situation,
I desperately try to find the light switch.
But with no immediate luck.

I stumble around for a few seconds,
before I finally find the damn thing.
[CLICK]
Where the hell am I?
What happened last night?
I was drinking of course, I know that.
That’s what I always do,
but what happened?

The apartment is small and,
I look around for clues.
There has to be a lady living here,
‘cause no man would keep a place this nice.
Silk sheets and expensive furniture.
But the thing that really gave it away,
was the flowers.

No man I know has flowers not even in plastic.
And they were pretty too.
Who is she? I wonder.
Bet she’s beautiful, she has to be!
I find my torn up clothes on the floor,
and a fifth of whiskey on the bedside table.
A couple of minutes later, I’m dressed.
Worked up a nice buzz all over again
and on my way out.

-Wonder what’ll happen this night?


Tills vidare, there's no poetry between us -said the paper to the pen.

// m