Sun Went Down

 

The sun went down. The moon came out

(your hair a crown of park weeds, now).

I’m stunned and trying to figure out

how anything could leave my mouth

and land for you the way

everything you sing or say —

for me — resounds.

Unhealthy, maybe,

to obsess about you lately,

but my heart is going to break me.

And I know no one should save me,

but it seems like your icy eyes could try,

and I’m here and you’re here.

Are you my ride?

Somehow, in my mind, I’m always glancing

at the parts of you that aren’t even dancing.

I need to see offscreen

to really drink of the scene

without the tint of the lenses’

inconsistent, relentless enhancing.

Someone’s gotta be the one who’ll be the one who

never seems to ever seem to really get through.

Someone’s gotta be the one who’ll be the one who

chooses to chew digitalis, monkshood, and yew.

Someone’s gotta be the one who’ll be the one who

propositions all petals to open toward you.

Someone’s gotta be the one who’ll be the one who

drags their disappearance out like all long sunset shadows do.

The sun went down. The moon came out.

You’re soaring past the speed of sound.

I’m left in mud that once was ground

and not much else is still around.

I’ve got my home, got my frown —

nothing else I’d want to lay claim to in this town.

There’s been darkness I thought must be just us

and dark thoughts I thought of as justice,

but these watched pots just froth up with soft lust

and the rot at my core is just sawdust

with tenebrous purpose.

Someone’s gotta be the one who’ll be the one who

never seems to ever seem to really get through.

Someone’s gotta be the one who’ll be the one who

chooses to chew digitalis, monkshood, and yew.

Someone’s gotta be the one who’ll be the one who

propositions all petals to open toward you.

Someone’s gotta be the one who’ll be the one who

drags their disappearance out like all long sunset shadows do.

The light came back. I’m scared of that.

The light came back. I’m scared of that.

You might come back. I’m scared of that.

There’s no fallback. I’m scared of that.

The light came back. I’m scared of that.

You might come back. I’m scared of that.

The light came back. I’m scared of that.

You might come back. I’m scared of that.

The light came back. I’m scared of that.

The light came back. I’m scared of that.

You might come back. I’m scared of that.

There’s no fallback. I’m scared of that.

The light came back. I’m scared of that.

You might come back. I’m scared of that.

The light came back. I’m scared of that.

You might come back. I’m scared of that.

I’m scared of that.

I’m scared of that.

I’m scared of that

and that and that and that and that.