A Dream (summer 1996, Gulph Mills, Pa)

The night, as I recall it,

was moonless. An

ambiance of demonic

enchantment hung

heavy over grey

concrete parking lot.

It was a carnival of

dead souls, ghost-wedding,

vampire funeral. No

rides, cotton candy,

starlit skies, carousels,

only shades of sniffing

bloodhounds, consumptive

spaces, conglomerations;

strange animal glamour

of spilled blood. Deep

implications of hell, chills.

I awoke: thunder crackled
over the trunks of trees.