In the dark night of anyone

words drift toward the drains

spin past each other    

wooing the field

lighting a fire without threat of flame

in the ruins of mascara

even the docile

are finding it hard to sleep

there’s just too much out there

gnarled branches     

crabbed in cold black rain

hoping for the oceans of Portugal

as poems drizzle onto grey lawns

with the smoky sound of hollow streets

leaves dropping like stones

myself, clouded in the mirror

in a suit from someone else’s skin

away from the rain

under the wise green tree

spun careful from a reckless wood

your cool fingers

are the shapes we flow

the wet earth is

your vessel of flame

wary of the strangers in myself

in the rain tugged corners of your mouth

the last word sitting up     

long after I’ve gone to bed

let’s go out on a low note

fall into the bottom of the glass

nowhere is always there

if we run out of gas


You can listen to me reading the poem. Click on 
https://soundcloud.com/judedillonreads/in-the-dark-night-of-anyone