SUBJECT>"It took poets to remind & encourage me to howl" POSTER>Michael (MV) EMAIL> DATE>1110759652 EMAILNOTICES>no IP_ADDRESS>server4.samford.edu PREVIOUS> NEXT> 84753 IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

In lieu of SNL, I roam up the street
in need of some muse-action. Within minutes
I land on doorsteps under the loom
of a dark canopy then I knew it would
not be long now.

A tenant leaving assumes
I have business there, and allows me
entrance into the neighboring
brownstone that's wired,

as if he, the doorman
and I, the resident.

I log-on & connect with
a pome by dawg
about the season changing shift

on the last moon of winter
the longest for a while.

Complete with Windows Media Player
( deja-vu ) I download
the remastered outtake
of the Stevie Nicks Goth-ballad

"Sister Of The Moon"

which I happened to discover
just nights before.

Deux enfants terribles --
Sister replaying
Brother rewriting
wrapped in what could be the last line:

"So we make our choices
when there is no choice
and we listen to their voices
ignoring our own voice"

Seizing with the night,
we need little sleep
under this winter moon
the longest last for a while.