POME: Jim Henley’s poem on Wallace Stevens reminded me of the awesome song “Mercy Street” by, uh, Peter Gabriel–no, wait, don’t go!–

Looking down on empty streets, all she can see

Are the dreams all made solid

Are the dreams all made real

All of the buildings, all of those cars

Were once just a dream

In somebody’s head

She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam

She pictures a soul

With no leak at the seam…