ben gifaldi

The desired audience was granted.
So one by one,
they dreamed this up
filling the pages of a loose-leaf notebook
pressing their devotion
to reorganize the City’s
patrolling policemen.
But the policemen
had found themselves
deep in sludge and horrors of every sort
lodged between the membrane
Of one elusive creature
and a telegram found
on the inside of an umbrella
asking:
“Was I just hallucinating?”