Napkin Poetry

Single-serving-sized verses

Cities 

I dream of cities.  Of
great vast hells of lights and
skyline towers, glass-faced
loft apartments overlooking
perpetual faery twilights 

monolith layrinths of
coffee houses, sushi bars,
corner bookshops, where I
can wander in my black hat
and cigar
and my long
black overcoat

Urban dandelions
Like yellow curbside paint
Gone astray

To Clive Barker, Upon My Finishing Imajica 

Maestro, spinner of antic yarns,
Archimage, holy clown, seer:
What greater wonder
Than to open up a door
And show us all a place
We think
We might, had we the knowledge of the way,
Yet live to see.

A street in October
I catch a tattered leaf
Falling

Refrigerator Poem I 

I dream
He fiddles in winter
To a mad black vision
The moment is wanting
The void floods here

In the winter sky,
Skeleton trees are sentinels,
Guarding the world for spring.

Dogs in the snow
Still wheel and run like lunatics.
I'll stay in for tea.

This February 

So like summer
As I stood in the living-room
Of our fourth-floor apartment
By the coffee-table
And in the cut-glass bowl
Of my cocktail goblet
The afternoon sun
Dazzled amber stars

Back to the Eldritch Café