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.
Ill never know.
I close my eyes a million times.
I will never know.
A phantom in black,
Into thee abyss, its in my mind.
It may be back A trickster of kind.

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