October publishes August's poem

A Poor Remembrance of His dream
R.A. Stevesson

The conditioned air, receded from poor
Henry as he sits, he steams
And stives himself the way
He learnt from books and balls
And gin—against the roof, his mouth and
Moonlit summer’s flair for the abrupt

Ending things, spoke less much, he
Never meant for collision or coll-
apse, but Temptations harbored and
led him to await his next viaticum
Brooding at the Visions that escaped
The summer’s heat, burnt and belied

His eyes checked nothing, the stars
Would not align and the nigh-knocking
September stuffed the days,
Anxiety replacing the sundry happi-
Nesses that busy Henry found in
Friends and beer and brats and balls