Night Terror Poem– 3:15 Experiment August 14, 2002
March 3, 2008
Beware to those these circus dreams
comets slipping away like
like clouds like fog like sun
and that was at first that
bizarre night terror–it is even
further cobwebby the ivy grows in the
garden of memory the lawn chair even
and the bird bath gone
There was something in the air
like narrow puzzle pieces
they glowed orange neon they shimmered
they floated suspended in the air
like a huge school of minnows or plankton
you can imagine my alarm my fear
because yes they did not belong
here floating in the air of
my bedroom but what can you do
about it
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art predator 
I love what you do with words. I love how you command them, make them do your bidding. This is fantastic. I had to read it more than once outloud just because I couldn’t get enough.
thank you so much! how funny–i was debating posting this right away or later and suddenly found myself posting it…and you responded right away!
‘There was something in the air
like narrow puzzle pieces’
I love these lines, and how they become even more bizarre, still hanging in the air. Wonderful, Artpredator.