NIGHTVISION  

Sleep is a dark-eyed harlot
When night yawns like a vacant lot
Manholes issue mouth dreams
Of subterra phantoms
They speak in tongues of steam
Rattling the lids
Of cast iron coffins

Embryos of thought
Tug the umbilici of dead reckoning
Twitching the distended belly
Of the nascent dawn
I know this place
I've been here before
A fire burns in a drum
Shadows sing
To mask the embarrassment
Of their deformity
While puppets dance
To reduce the sum of darkness

And I watch
And I wait
For their twitching to stop
And mine to begin

© 2006  John Leppard