Moon

by denny bastian 2012

Light of night

I am at your beckoning.

You shatter my

inner silence with wonder

when I see you.

I wonder

off the record now

if you’ve gone somewhat mad

when you take your beams

and grace with you

while you hide

like a timid mouse

behind a partially clouded sky.

If you should decide to

show yourself

as you lie

inside the black satin sheen 

you may ask yourself 

if it’s all worth your effort

or maybe just

forget about it

until the morning brings

daylight.

A Quiet Winters Night

by denny bastian 2012

A breathless wind

a quiet winters night

I roll over to snatch at

the woolly blanket escaping

like a thief from my iron bed.

You are like a wayward child

trying to sneak away, but

I shall grab for you because

you keep my backside warm.

Aha! I have you now you

rebellious little bandit 

with the itchy skin. Come

comfort these chilly bones

like a behaving child.

Black Crows
by denny bastian 2012

Black crows
at fading light
dipping and diving
at each other like steel balls
in an arcade game
stopping to rest in a tree
like a brief incursion into
the prized centre hole
where the game pays out.

Black crows
in the street lamp darkness
curiously quiet on alder branch and
atop the fast food promontories
by the small waters of Still Creek.
Like the black fruit of Eden
forbidden to disrupt
without squawking irritation,
a noisy consequence.

Black crows
at morning daybreak;
first light arguments
over who gets the mall, and who
gets the dumpsters at the
University and who is left to 
salvage the garbage left by the
druggies, the hookers, and the
vomitus drunks on skid road.