Tea Party and Other Poems

Night Banter

On a fine summer's eve,

I invited

The Gloom for dinner.

While we sat

(and finished the chicken)

I stared into it

And it stared back with

Two unwavering eyes,

Then said:

"You and I

we are very much alike."

"Yes," (I replied)

"I do go deep.

I climb down

The staircase

Of my mind,

And lose

Myself in the muck

Of my own fantasies.

No one,

Not even I,

Has managed to get to

The Bottom."

When these worlds left

My lips,

The Glass Wall,

Once again,

Descended.

It always did so,

With the world

And its strange creatures

On one side,

and my Carnivorous Daydreams