I looked into the night

should have gone to Specsavers,

I looked into the night

for guidance, favour,

I looked into the night

for the bright, white, neon

light of fright

I looked into the night

for answers and cold

dank hiding places,

hope,

I looked into the night

for dreams

and shadows

I looked into the night

for the dark

cloud rising

the Abyss mind, defined,

I looked into the night

for my brother;

the moon, 

ye godz;

what moons...

I looked into the night

for the hint of sunlight

I looked into the night

for the faceless man

and the self made fool

I looked into the night

for the stars, dead stars

dogstar

I looked into the night

for the cosmos in waiting

Sirius rising

pulsars, quasars,

I looked into the night

and thought

*f**k that,

I am a creature of

the light,*

Get tae f**k, ya dark tom foolery

buffoons

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Whoa! This caught me way, way off guard so early this morning. I was taking it seriously to start and though 'The f****r has at last lost what little remained of his mind and sense of poetry'. Then I read the ending and thought 'He's still that crazy dude who borders on insanity'! The satire is so well told in this 'scam' of a poem sir!

[gram linski]

A scam of a poem, I s**t upon yer porridge, sir, the essence of your review is, "The f****r has at last lost what little remained of his mind and sense of poetry,... he's still that crazy dude who borders on insanity thanks for your deep insightful comment, cheers, John,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ok I'm opting for toast bro!

[gram linski]

fairly certain I was tested for insanity, official result ; you got bad brains, (fine fine rasta punk band)

[barleygirl]

I love your tongue-in-cheek spoof about poets who glorify the darkness as if never desiring a bit of light. I love how your string of well-detailed nighttime characteristics grows more & more biting & sarcastic until finally you burst out with your ending diatribe! You play with a reader's expectations expertly (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

thanks Margie, not the first time I've been called and expert player
(wink, wink)

[DAH]

This reminds me of the great writings of the French Surrealists Robert Desnos or Paul Eluard. Impressive style here, gram, and the ending is spot on perfect. I love the repetition ...

Bravo!
DAH

[gram linski]

thanks so much, I will have to google those guys but it sounds like high praise indeed,

[DAH]

My pleasure!

[Robert Trakofler]

I looked into the dark and stubbed my toe so I’ll get a flashlight next time I have to go! lol loved this wasn’t expecting it:)

[gram linski]

Top o' the morning to ya, B, first rule of poetry, lol, always unexpect the expected, thanks for the read,

[Eilis]

I’m going to try not to sound glib in my response. So skirting sentiments that seem to suggest understanding. There’s a weird bird outside my window just now. It’s only just getting light outside here. The bird is making a sound like static and screeching insects. I’ve never heard a bird repeat a harsh note in monotone like that.

I was just sitting thinking about what to say about this poem. Something about how the black hole of night is long and lonely when everyone else is sleeping and doesn’t want to know about the weird thoughts that crop up when you’re alone so long. I didn’t want to say something stupid. Then that bird came along and lent me the sound I was thinking. Repetitive-static-indescribable-weirdness. If someone is not here to hear/see it for themselves it doesn’t make the same sense.

The night, when it’s looked into, is always seen alone. And no one quite understands what is seen when we try to describe it. But, we are not resigned to it, as your poem alludes to in the end. There are always signs of life. And choices. The melodious bird floating down to scare away the static-voiced thing.

It’s gone now, replaced by singing cardinals. But I’m going to wondering what that was all day.

[gram linski]

hah, repetitive-static-indescribable-weirdness is my middle name, the weird bird making a sound like static and screeching insects/scaring away the static voiced thing, a touch of fucked up bass, some noise ensemble, we could some kind of fucked up song out of this,

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I love the repeated lines in this "I looked into the light"
I loved this, even the ending lol !! well done

[gram linski]

Thanks Julie, glad you enjoyed, still haven't won any of your poetry comps, lol,

[Einstein Noodle]

the choice is clear once the edge of things is defined .. the dark and light ... your poem kind of lulls me at first .. there is both beauty and danger in the night .. we have bears in the woods around here ;) your humor and sarcasm win over in closing ... kind of chases away the gremlins and leprechauns
E.
who's tom foolery by the way? :]

[gram linski]

thanks, E, tom foolery is kind of slang for stop your messing about, ska ska ska

[Einstein Noodle]

oh.... i thought he might be a neighbor or sumpin' ;) ;) .... down yer neck brother .. its almost time for me pint :)

[John the Baptist]

Though the ending might be viewed as humorous, this poem makes a serious point. Most of us are looking in the wrong direction to satisfy our longings. I think the night described here is not meant literally, despite the allusions to astronomy. When we finally learn to look at the light within us, we will see we were looking at spiritual darkness before.

[gram linski]

Thanks for reading, John, I was literally looking at the night, and the spiritual darkness within,