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. www.CURTISWETZEL.com