I was out tonight, pissing on the moon The yellow full moon. The man across the way Was picking up dogshit with a shovel Stuffing it into a Safeway bag. Venus is in bloom tonight. There are a thousand or so comets Leaching across the southern sky. They call Antares.
Childhood is such a nightmare.
I have nothing against the man across the way, With his cleanliness, and his dogs, And his collection of dogshit. And my frozen moment of darkness Coming up the stairs. I do not blame him. The night hills like spooks wheeling away. Not please without you again.