Suspended from himself, Harry left his body
and pulled back the curtain on a pervasive darkness.
With a grin shaking loose teeth, his brick feet
Stepped about the frames of busted light bulbs.
Specters wrapped gaily on paper walls.
Their droning came to resurrect
the longing for Ennui:
The sweet kick of its pained drip.
But the floor gave and Harry came crashing
Down, stirring up dust from the crumbled vault.
Inside moonlight’s cage, there is a man
We all know but seldom mention.
A man who mulls about with great purpose,
Honing the black tip of our pocket ace.
Aaron D. Wiegert is the author of Evil Queen, a chapbook from Budget Press. His work has appeared in: Poetry Salzburg Review, Pacific REVIEW, Indent Magazine, The Broken Plate, Tulane Review, South Carolina Review, Spoilage Magazine, and Antique Children Quarterly. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.