THE GOODNIGHT GODS

the dusk hides . . .

no - it resides

there behind the waving tree line

a lemon sky bruised 

with a hendrix haze

its now i would pray -

  if i prayed 

to the goodnight gods - 

  thats what i call them

  their shadow clouds curling

       like

     japanese 

      waves 

photo by Fabricio Merino on Unsplash

NIGHT MONSTER

despite
age
wisdom
voice and reason
i
still hope - almost pray
in
the 
dead of a restless night
that
coming
back
from
the 
fuzzy bathrooms dark edges
no
nameless monster
grabs
for
my
naked hurrying ankles

night monster, ford beebe, 1942, from youtube.com