12am.
An owl hoo-hoo-hoots from a limb in the distance.
Dogs howl on a whim w/ lonesome persistence.
Dull street lamps cue a promenade of dreams
As the body bags of day dissolve at their seams —
One by one drown this maudlin town’s obbligatos;
Leaden heads sink down
down
down to sleepy grottos;
Our homely marble lulled to a mumble…
And here I sit amidst it all, humble
Child of moon gaze gradually shaking off
The muddy mundanity of another afternoon daze,
Enthralled by this ethereal theatre — O
Phantasmagoria,
spectacular insomnia!
How shameless shine its stars.
Those zodiacs all astir, astral scars
Etched across a cosmic kaleidoscope
I could only hope t’elope.
Baby god glittered art project
Dark matter glued, Big Bang brewed,
Black, beige, infrared hued.
Prodigious gift of The Great Rift.
Our whole galaxy sashaying in a shift
Of nebulas, novas, comets & planets in
Elliptical pirouettes, martian marionettes
Under spell by some unseen, bored,
possibly pot-bellied magician
Always one absent-minded thought away
From letting it all collapse.