NIGHT VISION
Outside the dream,
a cigarette wedged between my teeth,
a woman’s eyes
alight on my window,
America’s core, perhaps,
or a plastic bird –
a fusion of a lady of the night
and a UFO?
And below her neck,
and high above the town,
a body flares
like a tongue of fire
making the room glow bright,
half-automation? half-soul?
Ah, Architects, you beloved people…
a miraculous palace ensues.
My heart I have now apprenticed
as out of her own heart,
she’s blazed a gigantic roar,
bright orange rooftops of fire,
glowing rows of arches,
cut and shaped in stone.
So who is it that calls?
Who are you cybernetic frenzy?
Who are you, grown-man’s fancied fantasy?
The sky, I figure,
caught between twilight and the dream,
with furious, mad-cap gusto,
with bright yellow moonbeams
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, City Brink and Tenth Muse. Latest books, “Subject Matters”,” Between Two Fires” and “Covert” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in Paterson Literary Review, Amazing Stories and Cantos.
