The Devil’s Midnight Window

the devil’s midnight window
hold a candle
and see the shadows dance
swap endless lovers
for a summer
or a true another
anarchic trains pull in
to sweep away those ballet dancers
who swallow their gin
see the shadows dance
beyond the butterflies wings
the devil’s midnight window
the consumer of personal things
the dips and the swoops
like the fog of Atlantis
and life’s rich soup
peel away the lemons
peel away the day
the devil’s midnight window
is something of a maze


James Garratt – Saturday 8th December 2001