lunar

craters overflowing // seismic shifts as the tide turns // and night falls

pink flamingos in a parking lot // the cab horns begin to wail // echoing through deserted streets

you held me close // through broken limbs outstretched// a whisper beneath the void

slipstream fictions // stranger than anything dreamt of // in your philosophy

the farther away // i get, the more things // slip away

a murmur, musings // it all seems normal until // it’s not

who can say // where the voices end and i // begin again

trying to exorcise the demons // but the past never stays buried // as i cry over spilt ink

the fabric of the sky wears thin // a blanket of stars enshroud // the full moon