Bozlich

                   A long-forgotten tune                    Was it in a dream                    that I heard it                    last?                    A face of a stranger               

REMEMBRANCE OF NOCTURNAL THINGS IMPERFECT It is the middle of a warm summer night I am running down the stairs, quickly and excitedly, with my neighbours following me. We all want to see the Moon. It just fell down in the front yard. I saw it coming down like an unwashed potato, staining the sky with its sticky, brown dirt. There it is, lying on the ground, a giant spud, trampling the grass it landed on, showering its fine dust all over our bodies. A cloud of bats are circling round it, chirping at this strange visitor. I approach it warily. I touch it. It is icy-cold and alluring, sparkling in the full moon light. I remember

It is the middle of a sunny summer day I am running down the stairs quickly and excitedly, with my neighbours following me. We all want to see the Sun It just fell down in the front yard I saw it coming down like an overripe cantaloupe, staining the sky with sticky, succulent golden juices. There it is, lying on the ground, a giant orange, trampling the grass it landed on, squirting its warm essence all over our bodies. The neighbourhood dogs are running around, barking at this strange visitor. I approach it warily. I touch it. It is warm and beautiful, glistening in the mid-noon light. I remember well the feelings of amazemen

REVELATA SUBTERRANEA (A POETIC MUTATION) One day, my friends and I descended into the sewers underneath the metropolis and discovered the most unusual eel-like creatures lounging indolently on the concrete banks of the subterranean river. There they were, lying close to the river's edge, only deigning to bestir, dip their heads languidly into the passing current, when a particularly choice morsel of human waste floated by. Their appearance overpowered me with its repulsiveness. "How could Evolution ever come up with such a horrible abomination?" I remember wondering to myself. "How could Nature ever allow such a glaring i