Bride of the Somnambulist The night broiler regurgitates its rugged stars As the somnambulist terminates The calligraphy of their descent Closing his eyes. His footsteps echo Between systems of buildings, Simplifying the sound of his complex retreat. To him, you are a vasectomy, Liable to hypnotize the appeal of his prefecture; A breakdown of familiar passages; A deliriously permanent answer To the falling sky. previously published in "These Poems Are Not Pretty," poems by Jan McLaughlin and Bruce Weber, Palmetto Press, Miami, 1992. Paperback. $7 includes postage.