A house alone
It is silent
But it is not silent
Ghosts creep out of the holes,
The empty spaces
In the resonance
Of my sad, evening sitar
I cannot let go of a single note
Without demons and eidolons
Racing out to catch it
Sleep only makes me susceptible:
They creep into my body
And influence my dreams
So that the hollow spaces
Are awash with monsters
And my dogs become
Strange women
With the faces of famous tennis instructors
It’s monster season, for sure,
And I swear I heard my mother’s voice
Even though she’s thousands of miles away
It’s been a busy day,
And Pluto,
The Father of Nightmares,
Is sure to have a busy night