Trillergy Poem by Alan Reed

Faint away Ry Cooder
as the candle flame danced
reddish green and the wick crackled

Cassiopeia together
through the night screen
crooned Diana Krall
and a dying moon

three white birds
softly perched at the
window sill
hoping to join in
their warble a suitable fit

arthropods of every shape
and watercolor
tangoed past the wick
as if ordered
by some higher authority

stinging pain carom off the
right side of my heart
get lost

fall asleep
earlier than smoking the wicker