Bare Air Poem by J.M. Nixon
Bare Air
At night the phantasm appears in the dank aquarium.
Bubbling from a sunken castle.
The world drowns behind a stained glass bowl.
Sleep is enshrouded in ghastly sheets.
The whistling kettle knells.
Vaulted voices chant from the ceiling.
Cryptic night visions animate the walls.
And me, the haunted goldfish.
Alone in my tombed tank.
I am spooked.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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