Night Web
old addresses hang suspended
a cross hatched menagerie
bewildering his eyes
so much night
so little day
bed partners scurry
ghost bugs visit the kitchen
as he spreads peanut butter and jelly
readying another day of anonymity
unforgiving dreams
he pays for with exhaustion
fingering unopened candy
as he buys one movie ticket
but slips into two theaters
he
super hero
full of delusions
standing amid clouds
cold
disbelieving
peering through mist at his screen
grainy images becoming frozen
as the projector's gate awaits
the burning bulb of reality accommodating
melting his images hollow
leaving only a searing light
he has no sound to utter
he ponders reason
unmitigated joy announces silently
it's over
awake now
restlessness abated
night becomes day
behind his closed lids
Ron
budd