midnight
boon box beatbox making moon socks on the ends of the weary earth edging towards sun waiting for bent horizon glow when did it get so dark when did it get this dark this darkness like an wheeling emergent ember glow, evening slow it’s time to go it’s midnight, moonlight approaching Mr. Moon Dog Delight it’s time to rest the bones rest the body in each body -- the skeletons they call them and forge more non-profit arms and grow more invisible hands that you cannot see and a hand that belongs to you grabbing a waist that belongs to me a waist that’s mine wasted time or a wasteless mind, a mindless waste but not a hasty kind but the moon sprouts big and it’s bright against the lightless silky sky and beyond what you and I can see there is much more waiting in the lime light its time spent here garnering stones and tossing them about and the scratch that says it’s all meant for us, this big blueness and violent dark its dusk made just for us, for the act right after this one.