the moon with its lunatic face dog’s grin i throw shouts at it in the night and it hides scudding behind clouds
the world is mad and i run after birds
pigeons
like a kid in the park
trying to spit on them

give me a gun and i’ll blow off my head
one tight squeeze like on a breast on a ****** *** until it hurts saying ouch it hurts to cut a hole through your skull until everything hurts, even a quick kiss

cold eyes in the night see nothing and the moon is silent on the topic yet rising from the low bough of some hedge beneath the bush of some garden come words, mumbled love copulating briefly on black air into silence then two shadows of each *** rushing away with their disturbed laughter a fading night breeze toward dawn