The nocturnal ones get it.
Spindly Children
Swimming in the delicious uncertainty
of being
out-of-bounds.
Long gone bonkers
for each moaning breath
And every dying streetlight.
Life,
the complicated flicker
Begins at sunset
and ends w/ the last
sip of wine.
Lost in woebegone
& Everywhere.
The alleys
the roads
the yards
the smiles
are meant to lay down
all trouble.
Don't sleep.
I mean it.
Everything is happening
& dying all at once
just like you.