nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

THE NIGHT CAFE BY VINCENT VAN GOGH

Colour breathes
The essence of man
Separate thoughts
Tied as one
Restless hours
Alone threadbare
Each tables violence
In frozen stare.

Madness paper thin
Its yellowed floor
Each hopeless dream
Its breath to draw
Billiard table
Takes centre stage
Idle and waiting
An empty grave.

Alcohol and smoke
Pipes that burn
The sleeping lust
Of vengeance turns
Colour breathes
The essence of man
Separate thoughts
Tied as one.