UNDER THE MOON

The nights pile-up like a wreck
and so are we

The weeks shine behind like a wake
and so we are

UNDER THE MOON

A cow
carcass flooded
by white and dark
red glints off
teeth.

UNDER THE MOON

We are in the handicapped bathroom of Radio City.

And over a simple distinction between ewe and eye.

But without one right thought to suffer our temples.

UNDER THE MOON

In an airplane just breaking
through clouds
over Colorado with its wing
tipped in the weather
and with my eyes
about to close I
could only think
of you.

UNDER THE MOON

Night is awaiting room

UNDER THE MOON