moth-eaten clouds
cover the moon

the sound of a neighborhood
dinner party coming to a close
drifts by on a zephyr

light flick off in a random way
and households begin to slumber

and still I sit on the back deck
playing a drunken game
of peek-a-boo with
the man in the moon

and the waves sing glory alleluja

nocturne# 382

*Under the waxing moon
Where safety is secured in -
the throes of madness
Where ambiguous , vocal figurines annotate abject sadness* ...


* Reversus de pit ignis Ad .. .. Amen: alleluja habitabo in medio populi mei misericors deus in misericordia* ..