Aboard the Gray Boa

A Clumsy Frame of A Dream Had Under the Pre-Dawn Fog, 11/17/23, Portland, Oregon

The Old Man from Hate,
Summoned by a burning eye awake,
had dottering, forgot his midnight water.

Up from Her half empty bed he rose, in the afternoon room,
Half recalling where his eye pill hid,
having lost his fresh shirt in the gloom.

He limped to the light, switched it to bright,
Uncertain in the dark where his dwindling clothes reposed,
Covering his shr…