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Sunday, January 08


Sam Adams was a night creature
He loved staying up all night long
He was obsessed with watching the full moon
“to love the moon’s obsession”
He thought of himself as an unhinged lunatic
At the end of the night, he became a madman
Rushing outside after drinking all night long
Howling at the blood red full blue moon



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Astral Darkness
by Dah Helmer


The last hour lies down
in mid-winter’s gully
a frosted string of light
spooled into dark
stitched into fantasy

Flying birds gather the city
In their wings
Ah, to love the birds and their flights
to love the moon’s obsession
to love the softness of light
in stained glass windows

Still glowing a bit from daylight
I turn into the evening
Thus in the astral darkness
a figment of ghosts
bobbing their heads

Between rain and clouds
a cool breath opens the uneasy sky
a spindle of dust leaps from the ground

Ah, all of this magic seen
with my human eyes
is everything I believe
everything I stir and drink

Oh eager child
kindled fire of youth
bare heart of zeal

I stretch my imagination
to little boy impressions
I believe in fairy dust
so that I can exist, so that
fairies can exist, so that
fairies are here, always
and never frightened