I am so afraid of the faeirie-lit night they jaunt through,
The chromosome of chewing neanderthal non-rhyme
And two syllable fucks,
“Hello”s, “goodbye”s and the in-between,
Born silver and easy
And they skated through the park-seaside of life
On railroads they don’t deserve
On the girls they made love,
Work in fabric and play pretend
And drink transparency,
And paraphrase.
They eureka in the bathtub and displace me
The eureka swallows me whole,
Because they eureka
I lose my shoes when they are kicked off,
Now they are somewhere in a blue car of bad news,
Somewhere many miles from now there is the low song of hope,
The moth that burns the big and bright.