The Black Watch Cap
by Bob Brill
somebody stood
at the foot of her bed
wearing a black watch cap
I'm going to take you
where the rough sailors dance
in their black watch caps
they will devour you
with eyes with hands
in their black watch caps
they will pass you
from man to man
in their black watch caps
he chased her through
the endless halls of sleep
in his black watch cap
exhausted she woke alone -
on her pillow
lay a black watch cap
© 2009 Bob Brill
Bob Brill is a retired computer programmer now devoting his energies to writing fiction and poetry. He has published fiction in Lunarosity, Bewildering Stories, Flashquake, M-Brane SF and other journals. His poems have appeared in Simply Haiku, Prune Juice and 3lights Gallery.
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