When I go out at night trying to sweep up the stars my woman grows weary of the cold weather in me she thinks I am with someone else, but it is midnight and I am alone with the moon that woman in a red dress standing on the beach but you see, it is an empty plate with no supper, or maybe a piece of stationery without a lover's phone number.
Last night drinking cherry cured 'shine from Tennessee I caught the moon flinching behind a tree like a white flower afraid to be cut from its dark stalk whereas in the spring when I'm sober it grows outside my window before daylight when moths come and die gently while I lie here listening to their silent soft wings dreaming of bleeding in my sleep and find no trace of a wound aching in the harsh red cut of another day breaking.
I listen to that great darkness watching for burning ships their bows bearing women and the black prows are coming plowing the mist into water as the wind lifts up the bowsprits leaving a wake I want to be left alone with night after night like a sleeping knife that runs deep through the belly between the thighs of dreams.
There is an actress who always plays the dark parts in my dreams handcuffed to the moon with black seams in her stockings asking me to paint her behind the scenes in the fifty-est shades of red you've ever seen.
Death is lying in the ditch like a hubcap that went rolling down a dark road along with the stench of a black cat that crossed my path still following me until luck will have its final say so I've got to keep moving while the night shines it's bright lights speeding up behind me.
I dreamed of two men cold as ice in dark hats handcuffing a woman before tossing her in the back of a black barred truck with stars on the sides and a To Protect and Serve bumper sticker stuck like a punchline and a baby girl and young boy were crying standing behind the yellow lines but two has never been a number that adds up to nothing because it's only legal to pass one at a time in these dark days of executive orders you fear because you know it's all the evidence they need to make you disappear.
He creates alternative facts for no good reason just to be an *** what the **** for don't ask me he thinks someone is listening to everything he has to say all the lies he tells taking pictures of himself through the microwave lying through his teeth about his taxes throwing mirrors at stones shattering the truth roaming his labyrinth fiddling with his ****** while Rome burns with little hands all a twitter making up political speeches while sitting on the ******* and spitting on the floor writing surrealist poetry on the walls and calling them executive orders.