Midnight crisis
I woke up this
morning and I was
no longer sure. Please hear
my confession.
Hold on,
it's
night for
me and we get confused
in my profession.
I'm a watchman
and a listener too.
Believe me, that thing
of which I dreamed in time
of day was something new. But
whether angel or devil it's slipped away.
It made me wonder though, if what I do
has meaning or does it just lead to
lots of screaming? Now I feel itchy
with unspoken fears of the type
that creep in upon the guilty.
Of them there are
some in every
place as I should
know, for I visit
them at home.
My work's all
about sneaking
under beds
in the main
or scritching
fingers on
window panes.
Sometimes I
rattle rusty
chains.
Last night/
stroke day
I think I may
(and this is
where it gets
unclear) I may
have reached a place of grace where no demons lurk.
I had a dream in time of day as politicians and preachers say.
But truth to tell I went to sleep a jerk and waked a jerk as well
So much for dreams, now back to work at peddling screams.