Nights in white satin
Do not stand up to nights in white linen
Shrouded the unwelcome blanket
Of heavy humid black
Velvet air
“Laissier
Pockets of music permeate the veil
Crickets scream to keep up
Slurs of tongues dominate
Vibration of a collective sound
Language nature and art one tangible force
Throbbing through skulls
les
Shadows partner with dancers
Wiggling on the road
In the spotlight of the street lamps
Trees saturated with plastic guests
House the projection beneath their feet
bon
The monsters crawl and squirm
In the corners of the child’s mind
Protected by sandy hair and the NOPD
I’mscaredofthedark.Ihadanaccident,Pleasedon’tbemadatmedaddy.
Shrieking and stickiness
This is your mom’s job
What in God’s name is the time?
God’s day follows this evening
Temps
Down the street
Suspended twenty feet in the air
Eye level with Robert E. Lee
In the circle surrounded by steel
a woman frets
Knows she has work that must be completed
Crutch crunch cruch in her cubicle
When the sky is flooded with silver
And the hints of the painful morning
Rouler”
But for the hours of the dark
She is safe
These are the hours of
Procrastination Productivity Celebration
She is a creature of the night
Brooke, age 16
