Dark wings
I am drawn to darkness
and the night has always been
so kind to me.
The shadows of hunter and prey:
well-known,
well-documented -
as an absence of form
or turbulent rain;
a silent gutter,
taking the confessions
of a dying addict
or the weird, obsessive clamour
of sirens
and the shocking, blinding glare
of tomorrow’s wildest finds.
(The wolf returns:
the unlived dream & wakeful dragon -
and, like the stages of these plays
our common nightmares pave the way
through moon-cracked puddles,
almost kind in showing us our fears:
that here be wolf & dragon
and these dreams are real.)
I am drawn to darkness
and the night has always been
a perfect friend.
Truth will never hurt you;
it’s lies and day-lit dreams
that make for suicides.