I click the door shut, walk down 6 steps and I’m on
the long lovely street at midnight, at which point
I exhale long and lovingly, breathe in; cool air,
the distant swish of cars, summer stars – hunter,
dogs, hare; the wide ship that bore the Argonauts.
What are my thoughts? I envisage nothing, I cannot
fathom; walk a few steps up the street and dig
the click of my footsteps and pause, for effect –
beneath his window, lit; the yellow glow is fraught,
like me last evening, harsh in the cool darkness.
I fix upon that yellow spot and, in my mind’s eye,
the bald spot on his head. And as I focus on that
peculiar image, I evoke in that minute
the few maledictive forces I have gathered.
11 December 2015