Taste the Middle of Night

Taste the middle of the night
Cool smoked dampness lurking
Under dark blue furry clouds
Crawling over a painted moon
Diving into starlit reflections
In yesterday’s rain puddles
Pale sheets wrapped around
Shrouded sleeping shapes
Cool and damp to the tongue

Feel the cool chill kiss of star rays
Lightly brushing closed eyelids
Blind gates, vacated streets, stalled cars
Feel silent darkness creeping
Into every corner of your mind

Hear the rustling dark leaves feathering
Their way up and down the filmy breeze
The silent call of a wayward tomcat
Prowling the city’s night
Sneaking paw-prints
Mapping out the mystery maze
Of a thousand forgotten alleys

Taste the middle of the night
Feel the tang of burnt out curfews
Seeping up your taste buds
Drift through that open window
Into still-life homeliness

The owl has stopped the town clock
With a shadow spread of the wing
Circling human architecture-scapes
With a clueless screeching sweep
Filling dream-verses with sooty matter
Absorb.
Inanimate moment in time
A will-less gift to all mankind

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