Jason Beale: ‘Night Reverie’

Night Reverie Devils dancing on my nose scratch my eyelids after dark; God is on the nod it seems. I’m lying in a hidden bower, when up above a plume of birds climbs the sky on silken wings. The front door vibrates in the wind, I smell your body young and green —a queen of matrimonial woes.

In ancient Athens sibyls spoke, wrapped in clouds of toxic smoke while Socrates was buzzing like a fly. I see corrupted ranks of youth in echelon formation pass, like dreamers who are stupefied. Our savage fits of modern doubt are crashing down like stalactites, beyond belief in absolutes.



And meanwhile in the universe intelligent life is dying out, amid the rise of cold machines. Jason Beale.