Poem: Mad Shadows

The strange steady glare

Mutilates the faces of travellers

Brightness permeates

The fogginess of the night

Shoes shuffle among

Dying leaves that whisper

Fear and futility

Clutch at dragging feet


The paper mimics

It slides smoothly after masters

And swaying mistresses

Grotesque phantoms flit ever changing

Up the wall and down

In ghostly images leap

And the street lamps

Just loom and fade