Trapped

inside

the moon

and looking

out,


but now

with nothing

to wish

upon.


the leaves

of dead

trees lie

black,


like the

devil color of

thick fat

hickory

crows,


and the

color of

the deep

coat

of flies


that now

covers

my heart.


all confessions

to this

moment,


now lie

testimony

to you

and your

final farewell,


or the time

it takes

to die


inside your

smile.