a poem in the form of a review
worth the price of admission
(Hmm ,,,, so didn't do this)
worth the price of admission
this pierced lullaby
cotton cocoon'd invitation
with
contrast stark against the tumult of days
what goes around
comes around
movement knitted
sure & static & cooling
to
alabastair slumbers
... waiting
... waiting
delight caught between breaths
and
the turn of a page
the only sounds; a soft tinkling of the cats collar as he comes in
and the call of the midnight-thirty train
sleep = this late-hour chapter heading
infused with sharp moonbeams of silver
a sacred place space of dreams
drifting
suspend
drift farther still ....
sleep becomes a place for the beautifully possible
this pierced lullaby
goodnight
goodnight
