Stereo Bridge

This isn't a poem. Maybe visually but not really. Superimpose the two images on top of each other and it is a recreation of stereo photography. With help from Kim.

The Night

Thrust on me the crushing night,

The bitter darkness cloaked the light,

Awake,

Stealing,

Squirming,

A reeling heart yearning,

Restless,

The night’s scratch from a gnarled oak tree,

Alive, attacks my house and me.

That Night That Cast Breath So Hard

The last of listless eyes that see,

The very thought of you and me,

A broken sound,

A memory burned,

A scattered light,

A stomach turned,

This night that cast it’s breath so hard,

These aching streets and night sky scarred.