Monday, November 5, 2007

moon over I-95

The highway howls hoooowls
night’s long all
night long
with big rigs’ roar
a moon, silent
silent moon, an eyeball, a glaring,
a stone, a white marble
in socket dead,
witness to these deeds
this dread

The highway’s howl
hoooowls unheard by the stare,
withering, cherry pit
frosted with mold,
pitiless eye in velvet
And we are witless, made mad by
the howl hooowl
never notting all night’s
long all, long long all.

A moon silent, a moon –
yes. She knows
but speaketh not.
On on we go
never knowing why
O awful sightless eye.


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