COLLECTED POEMS OF CURTIS WETZEL

A TRICKSTER OF KIND

(Inspired by Black Jack)

A phantom-magician with rain-boots,

Levitating through the night,

Tapping on the upper window, thrice - on its way it went.

Wearing a trench-coat and top-hat, it had no body.

A phantom levitating off into the night,

It must have been somebody.

I''ll never know.

I close my eyes a million times.

I will never know.

A phantom in black,

Into thee abyss, it''s in my mind...