through an open window when a bulb burns out a sliver of moonlight turns tiny eyes red and on little feet the dimmest of dreams from a corner comes crawling.
when the night comes through eyes closed the room turns inside out. the heart pounds away the seconds. the edge moves closer and the clock smiles.
when the night comes...
on the corner below my window shadows whispering gather. broken clouds rolling dice that will never fall...
and on my knees praying into the void the toilet don't flush, the toaster won't pop... i grab the smoking toaster and throw it out the window the corner boys look up the corner boys are rushing up the stairs
me and the rat waiting for the cops to come, me and the rat when the night won't leave at 3 a.m. eating donuts.
i'm falling into walls that appear to be rising above me