Constellations

Silver moon, Sirius below. And there, Betelgeuse winks the far black red. Jesse breathes easy beside hot water. Moonlight slides down the dark sky, covers him and he lets it. Pale Krishna blue irradiates his skin. “I’m getting a pale, Wyatt.” Growing...

Nightwalkers

Rainbow rings shiver street lamps. Breath, My breath, makes unfigured shapes, blown Plaits in mistful air. Jesse scamps Choo-choo, choo-choo down tumbledown Damp streets trailing choo-choo smoke. “I’m a train, choo!” a poke at quiet night. More...
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