Square in the Void of Space

4 a.m.
before that, talking
crazy talking, ranting
dancing
wine
doors flung open, 
shouts into the moonlight.

naked, we flopped into bed
still dark, now quiet
until Jack flew in
still talking ranting dancing
called us square for
being pissed at the intrusion,
laughed as he went on
about Hawaii, Catholics, Dorothy Dandridge,
jukeboxes, gypsies, the mob, Philly, and the
assurances of an empty space,
a starless void
silence in the cold dark
when we die.

regan lee
june 2014
eugene, oregon

The Fish-Mist Air

WONDERS OF THE DEEP
through the fog; faded red on
pale yellow stucco
AQUARIUM
chipped blue octopus-eyes wide
above murky letters.

old and small it sits, cracks,
on the boardwalk
seal barks echo off the steamed-smeared glass
then the heavy sloshing as white throats
turn in filmy water

through the night of the closed pier,
the fish-mist air,
blurred shapes glide, endlessly
between dull green light and
sea-weed shadows.

regan lee
march 2014
oregon