One Night’s Dream (from Weird Tales: Otherworld Poetry)

cities of old

It’s tempting to look out
Of the window sometimes
To see the light once again
The painted sill comes nearer
The potential thrill of the view
The glass is frosted
And outside it is cold
Reminds me of cities of old
The vision is blurred and
Yet real, real


The Sun is shining
Just a globe in the North
Still, it’s tempting to look
The sky looks good
In shades of pink and gold
Taking another sniff
Of my personal tube of glue
It rains and night moves on
Into something more eerie
The eyes of the night
Catch yours


And the Man in the Moon
Talks for a while
Of all he saw before you
But none since the last
Has yet learned the thrill
Of the planet gold
That chided you as a child
Or the blue elf
Mirror born but wait
Your stick of animal juice awaits you
And another night has passed.

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